The Tickle Monster

Every morning when I wake,
The bed begins to move and shake.
And then my toe is pinched so slightly,
The sun streams in, and it shines brightly.

I hear a roar that does not scare me,
It then gets closer as I dare see.
A big blue blanket is it's disguise,
It makes me laugh and in my eyes
I recognize the shoes it wears,
Two brown slippers and legs with hair.

And then it jumps onto the bed,
I brace myself, cover my head.
The Tickle Monster does his stuff,
We giggle until I've had enough.

And sometimes it is hard to breathe,
I laugh so hard I cannot see.
But it is fun I do not mind,
A friendly beast, one of a kind.

It's silly Dad, doing his stuff,
The monster full of feather fluff.
He sheds his pillow and blanket mask,
"Ready to get up?" at last he'll ask.

Yes, I'd like to go and play,
I run outside and enjoy the day.

Roar!