The Goblins at the Pub©Doug West. 2013
Bad Entertainment:
The Goblins in the Pub
I took a lovely header
In the fine white snow
Today my eye looks better
As the black and blue does show
It was the Brandy I would think
That should not have touched my lips
A Goblin bought me that last drink
And told me “just take sips.”
The sweet brown ale I had before
Was fine with fish and fries
When I got to number four
A Goblin stole my eyes.
It’s poet’s fare, so don’t be coy
My Goblin friend declared
You’re such a decent, pretty boy
No compliments were spared.
“Back Goblin! and remove that look
I’m not your friend tonight!
Just let me read my story-book!”
He smiled and said, Quite right.
Soon there was a glass in front
That glowed a maple hue
Just a taste, did Goblin grunt
I would, if I were you.
“Just one more you sprite of doom
Then be on your way!
Go back to your unholy tomb!
I tire of your play."
“My spirit faery warned of you
You tempt with nectar sweet
And grip the minds of gentle folk
With guile and base deceit.”
I left that Goblin, gruesome blob
From his lair I fled
He grinned at me, he did his job
Asked, Is it me you dread?
I sighed relief in freshened-air
With pride I grit my teeth
Then tripped upon the icy stair
Where pavement lie beneath!
I took a header in the snow
Not so white and pure
From a room where Goblins grow
Entertaining? I'm not sure.
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Theo van Joolen©2010
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In the fine white snow
Today my eye looks better
As the black and blue does show
It was the Brandy I would think
That should not have touched my lips
A Goblin bought me that last drink
And told me “just take sips.”
The sweet brown ale I had before
Was fine with fish and fries
When I got to number four
A Goblin stole my eyes.
It’s poet’s fare, so don’t be coy
My Goblin friend declared
You’re such a decent, pretty boy
No compliments were spared.
“Back Goblin! and remove that look
I’m not your friend tonight!
Just let me read my story-book!”
He smiled and said, Quite right.
Soon there was a glass in front
That glowed a maple hue
Just a taste, did Goblin grunt
I would, if I were you.
“Just one more you sprite of doom
Then be on your way!
Go back to your unholy tomb!
I tire of your play."
“My spirit faery warned of you
You tempt with nectar sweet
And grip the minds of gentle folk
With guile and base deceit.”
I left that Goblin, gruesome blob
From his lair I fled
He grinned at me, he did his job
Asked, Is it me you dread?
I sighed relief in freshened-air
With pride I grit my teeth
Then tripped upon the icy stair
Where pavement lie beneath!
I took a header in the snow
Not so white and pure
From a room where Goblins grow
Entertaining? I'm not sure.
***
Theo van Joolen©2010
***
Pub Goblin©Doug West
 Los Caprichos by Francisco Goya (1799). |
 "Kleine Kobolde" by Andreas Nossman. Variation on Goya - Los Caprichos by Francisco Goya (1799). Click image to go to Nossman's official website. |
Goblin Sketch by Theo J. van Joolen. Photo by ©Jackbrahms Barth.