A Monster At The Other Sea That Causes No Glee!

So dVerse wants us to find that monster at the end of this book. Whoops, read that the other day at another nook. I guess they have good timing I suppose, but the kiddo there still curls the cats toes. Yet at another sea there is something way more creepy. Thankfully it is not here but there it scares my little rhyming rear. Here or there, confused yet at my lair?

We jump from the cage,
Check our page.
Then go to explore,
When at that other shore.

Slap a cat or ten,
As they stroll around that den.
Bite a dog tail.
Fun to hear him wail.

Then there is a noise.
It causes us no joys.
That thundering cry,
Has to be Zeus in the sky.

Or maybe just Humpty Dumpty having a fall.
Or some human with one less brick in the wall,
Off to study the writing on the bathroom stall.
Sadly, that is a true study at ones hall.

And there it is again,
Roaring out across the den.
With its even tune,
My tail puffs up like a raccoon.

Cassie watches from afar,
I peek at it as the door is left ajar.
But then it creeps down the hall,
And I spring up the wall.

Taking off under the bed.
Could I be a monster there a kid might dread?
Hmm that could be fun to do.
But not with this thing in my view.

Its shriek hurts the ears.
It causes many fears,
As off those cats scatter,
Even the ones that are a tad fatter.

Good exercise I suppose.
As the sound grows.
It is getting near to us.
I need to board a bus,

And take off for home,
Where this monster doesn't roam.
Oh wait!
There is no need for such a debate.

I'll just sprint to the wall,
At the end of the hall,
And put an end to this thug,
By simply pulling the plug.

I guess there is an easy way to deal with many monsters at our bay. If all else fails yank the rip cord. Of course if you don't have a parachute you may end up as flat as a board. But that is a whole other story. So what is the monster at the end of this rhyme in all its glory? I think they call it a vacuum cleaner or something like that. It is not liked by this cat. I'd go bury it in the grass and walk away a proud little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.