Faith, Art, writing and learning are Tim’s passions. Tim loves working in education. He has a BS in Psychology from Albright College.
“There are kids under my bed
Cried a little monster named Ted
Mother monster gave his head a kiss
“Tisk,tisk,”She said, “kids don’t really exist.”
“So go back to sleep my dear child
Go back, have dreams not so wild
Now, I’ll see you in the morning light
But when momma was clear out of sight
The kids under the bed scampered back out
They gave the little monster such a scare, he let out a shout
“Go away, go away.” He whispered.
Go away, go away. Just disappear.”
The little monster had, had quite enough.
It was time for him to be a little gruff
The little monster tried to scare the little children away
By trying to act so big, bold and brave
But the little children just danced and sang
Played until the night drew dark and a midnight bell rang
All through the night the little monster laid
The covers pulled up and over his head
Till one of the children decided to climb
Up, up on the top of little monsters bed
“What’s wrong, don’t you want to play?”
Called out a little girl named May
She giggled, laughed, jumped up and down
The little monster gave the girl a small frown
“Why can’t you just leave me all alone
Go back to wherever you call home?”
The little girl sat on the edge of the bed
While she puzzled the puzzle in her head
Finally she grinned a grin so big and wide
“I don’t want to go home, I’m having a good time.”
“You’ve got to lighten up, loosen up, learn how play.”
Said the little girl named May
“So get up, get up come out and play.”
She tried and tried to pull the covers away.
The little monster held on to the cover so tight.
Till all at once he gave up on the fight.
Little monster jumped up, stood up next to the girl on his bed.
He thought to himself, “If I can’t be rid of them I’ll join them instead.”
Little monster played and played with the children into the night.
Till all at once he woke up at the first light.
His room was empty. No one was around.
Had he dreamed it, thought it. Then he heard a sound.
A soft giggle from so far, far away
A soft giggle from a girl named May
© 2021 Timothy Whitt