A Silly Goblin Poem
The Goblins of
the night,
they give me
such a fright.
They leave about
this green slime.
I awaken, oh
it was just
a dream.
No need for
a scream.
I look at
the clock for
the time, but
it is covered
in green slime!
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M.C. Newberry
Tue 11th Oct 2011 16:16
Things that go bump (or slither?) in the night.
Who knows what happens when the lamp goes off?
Shades of M.R. James meets Enid Blyton!
M.C.