The Monster under the Bed

(This is a children’s poem I wrote for Halloween.)

Each night,

After Mom kisses me goodnight,

She turns off my light and closes the door.

I reach for the dust ruffle touching the floor.

And, in the quiet dark, beneath my bed,

With glowing eyes waits a monster and I call him Ted.

He crawls out, bumping his head.

And hesitantly I listen to what is to be said.

He puffs up his chest.

He proclaims he’s the best.

He declares

And he swears

That he’s the great Grimy

The Great Grimy Mimey

From far, far away Bimey.

Sometimes we play checkers

Or create triple deckers

Of pillows or blocks

Or all sorts of rocks

Sometimes we imagine

A fight with a dragon.

I climb on his back.

We charge and attack

An army of trolls,

Ogres, or witches with moles.

He roars a mighty roar

Meant to frighten gargoyles, werewolves, and more. 

But not hairy goblins,

They are our friends,

And we hold weekly teas

With Ishgroth, Mthgar, and Grends. 

Sometimes, if I’m lucky,

Be brave and be plucky,

He’ll even agree to dress up

Though he pouts more than a grown up.

Ted is not fond of ribbons and curls.

He growls, “They’re for girls!”

“Not ferocious monsters, 10 feet tall,

With fearsome fangs and sharp talon claws!” 

He huffs and he puffs,

Smoke comes out his nose,

As I give a pink pedicure to old crusty toes.

But he loves me,

And I love him.

When I tell a joke,

He’ll laugh with a grin.

He’s definitely not dim.

He does magic tricks and juggles balls

And climbs all the walls. 

We laugh through the night,

Till the dawn’s early light.

Till my head starts to sag,

My words slowly drag. 

Now, it’s time for my nap,

Cuddled soft in his lap. 

Beside his green fur,

As he lets out a purr.

He sings me to sleep,

A rumbling voice extra deep.

In words like gibberish,

His native Bimish.

“Og vhe ung shar tej un gung gish,

Sev rwang ver zwasig lish.”

A monster melody

Rich with sweet monster glee.

Then kissing my slumbering head,

He crawls back under my bed.

To wait till tomorrow and drift off to dreams,

Of shrieking humans and loud fright-filled screams.

And he smirks in his sleep,

With a devilish heap,

Of razor-sharp teeth,

Waiting till dark, my pet monster Ted. 

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