Aêlst©Brian Froud
R.I.P.
Aêlst and the Birth of Goblin Modernism
Story poem by Bibliotroll Jack, in which is inserted an original masterpiece by the long lost Aêlst of Labyrinth.
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Once there was a goblin skald
Who’s eyes gleamed golden fire
To modern verse his skills were called
From rhyme he did retire.
Fables, epics, histories
Romances and the ballad
Battles, legends, mysteries
He felt his art grow pallid.
He came upon some Cubist verse
His fangs glowed with delight
He felt his goblin soul traverse
The void…artistic blight.
A wonderful impression
Was made upon his mind
Economical expression!
Is what his words could find
Twelve perfect words to tell it all
A spiritual endeavor
With minimalism he would scrawl
Tales to last forever
Aêlst finished his first masterpiece
A poem beyond compare
The goblins begged that he should cease
For the style they did not care
But, when you read, you’ll understand
You should cry tears of joy
Indulge and let your mind expand
Your faculties employ:
Roaring sparrow
Testy lump
Limp like
The scuff
Was bitten-off
Rubbish gusset
Was rubbish
Scuff limp
Testy gusset
Sparrow bitten-off
Lump roaring
The like
Sparrow limp
Testy was
Bitten-off rubbish
The roaring
Gusset lump
Like scuff
No poem ever topped the first
The peak of goblin pride
So his next creative burst
Was goblin suicide
Are these lines not to your taste?
Are you set to doze?
Then your time would go to waste
If you read Aêlst's prose
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Theo van Joolen©2010
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Once there was a goblin skald
Who’s eyes gleamed golden fire
To modern verse his skills were called
From rhyme he did retire.
Fables, epics, histories
Romances and the ballad
Battles, legends, mysteries
He felt his art grow pallid.
He came upon some Cubist verse
His fangs glowed with delight
He felt his goblin soul traverse
The void…artistic blight.
A wonderful impression
Was made upon his mind
Economical expression!
Is what his words could find
Twelve perfect words to tell it all
A spiritual endeavor
With minimalism he would scrawl
Tales to last forever
Aêlst finished his first masterpiece
A poem beyond compare
The goblins begged that he should cease
For the style they did not care
But, when you read, you’ll understand
You should cry tears of joy
Indulge and let your mind expand
Your faculties employ:
Roaring sparrow
Testy lump
Limp like
The scuff
Was bitten-off
Rubbish gusset
Was rubbish
Scuff limp
Testy gusset
Sparrow bitten-off
Lump roaring
The like
Sparrow limp
Testy was
Bitten-off rubbish
The roaring
Gusset lump
Like scuff
No poem ever topped the first
The peak of goblin pride
So his next creative burst
Was goblin suicide
Are these lines not to your taste?
Are you set to doze?
Then your time would go to waste
If you read Aêlst's prose
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Theo van Joolen©2010
