(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.