Monsters Tea Time

Perhaps it was purple, Perhaps it was blue. Everybody wondered, But nobody knew.

Perhaps it was gigantic, Perhaps it was small. No one had ever seen it, We’d only heard its loud call.

It lived in the mountains, Or so we believed. Everything we knew, Was imaginarily conceived.

In my head it had great big horns. And sharp golden teeth. It was green on top, And yellow underneath.

With a spotty crocodile tail, And big, baby blue eyes. Perhaps that’s why when I met him, I was so surprised.

It was late one evening, When the town was asleep, That I heard heavy footsteps, Far louder than those of sheep.

So I switched on my night-light And opened the door. Still to this day I can’t explain, Exactly what I saw.

Our eyes locked on, His green and mine blue. His fur was gray and thick, And his tail was long too.

He asked: “Are you scared?” I replied: “Should I be?” So he smiled and said: “How about some tea?”

Over a steaming pot, He told me his story, Of all the years passed, And the days of his glory.

When children would play, With him and his brothers. But that was until, They were seen by their mothers.

Now no one visits And everybody is afraid, Of the big gray monster, With whom they’d once played.

Because he looked scary, Because he looked strange. No body would care for him, In this day and age.

So he was off to the mountains, Where he now belongs. And still every night we hear him, Singing his songs.

Once a week I go up there, To visit my new friend. And I bring him some cookies, That’s it: THE END.