the Tickle

Sneaky shadows, moonbeams bright, In a bedroom, dark as night. Toy cars scattered, books askew, A monster hid, with eyes of blue!

Barnaby the Monster, fluffy and green, A tickle attack, his sneaky scene. Little Timmy, fast asleep, Dreaming dreams, both wide and deep.

Barnaby crept, on silent paws, Ignoring all the bedroom laws. He wiggled a whisker, soft and sly, A tickle monster, reaching high!

He tickled Timmy's tiny toes, Then up his tummy, goodness knows! He tickled his chin, and tickled his hair, A tickle tornado, filling the air!

Timmy woke up with a mighty squeal, "Stop it, Barnaby! How you feel!" He giggled and squirmed, he laughed and he cried, As Barnaby tickled, side by side!

The laughter bounced, around the room, Chasing away the midnight gloom. Silly Monster, fluffy and green, Tickle battles, a joyful scene!

Until they both, collapsed in a heap, Of giggles and snorts, so tired, so deep. The monster and Timmy, best friends so true, Crazy laughter, for me and for you!