The Ticklety Beast

I’m fairly sure
Though I can’t be certain
There’s a Ticklety beast
Behind my curtain!
There’s little noise, just a swish of his tail
Which is long and orange, and covered in scales.
His nose is stretched, and moist, and slender
And smell’s tickle flesh that's young and tender.
He’s got extra long fingers
That can tickle all day,
Oh! Ticklety beast
Please go away!
If you see his eyes all cold and green
Prepare for tickles that will make you scream.
You’ll laugh ‘til you can laugh no more
And cry to be saved, and run for the door
But he’ll never, ever, ever bore
The Ticklety beast will tickle, and roar…
“I’ve not had this much fun in years”,
Then start to tickle behind your ears.
And you’ll plead
“Ticklety beast, Ticklety beast,
No, No, No!”
But the Ticklety beast will never slow.
Have you ever been tickled until it hurts?
Imagine that,
But ten times worse.
I’ve looked behind my curtain,
And I’m lucky that he’s gone for now
I’ll try to keep him away from me,
But I’m not sure that I know how.
Check your room,
Is he hiding away?
In the place you’d expect a monster to stay?
I hope he’s not
I really do
I’d hate the next victim to be you.
And now you know,
If you hear laughter
In the dead of the night
It’s the Ticklety beast
Giving someone a fright!