Logan the Goblyn King
By: Matthew Williams
Logan was asleep in his bed
Dreaming of mommy milk and being fed
When Goblyns came to take him away
They stalked around his head
Picked him up and spirited him away
Took him through faerie glen and dale
To their secretive place far away
And put him upon their throne.
One of them cried, “We’ll make you our king!
You’ll be much better than the last ding-a-ling.
For we like how you dance
You can do the Hot Potato
The Squishy Tomato
And Smell like country air.
The Goblyns and baby danced a jig
Hopped up and down
Jumped and twirled all around
Making faerie rings
And shaking bee but stings
They gave each other zerberts -Blat!
And slobbered and drooled very fierce
And talked in languages not understood
Often mistaken for cooing.
It went on and on into the night
And would had gone on till morn’s first light
If daddy hadn’t come
“Don’t take him! The Goblyns pleaded and cried
“We like having him around.
There is not another who can dance so fine
Or drool with such refine.
He smells kinda funny
And his nose is kinda runny.
He brings us a new smell
That is kinda ranker and pungent
What it is we can’t tell.”
His daddy replied “He must go home it is time
To be diapered, changed and to dine.”
The Goblyns would let him go
Only with a promise that he could return
To have fun and to dance and to learn
To drool into the wind.
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