Kobold©Jean-Baptiste Monge
The Taunting of a Kobold
I feel sorry for the last one
Who called me a "tiny runt"
From my mighty pounders
His kisser took the brunt
One day he called me "pipsqueak"
That really got my goad
I went straight for his breadbasket
Unleashed a monstrous load
Of lefts and rights and uppercuts
I kicked his boney knees
Put on a mighty headlock
To make him grunt and wheeze
The blasted, stubborn, ornery fool
Kept hurling sticks and stones
He called me "lilliputian"
And other names unknowns...
That put me in a fiery state
I slammed a hefty ale
And when he called me "munchkin"
You should have seen me wail!
I charged him like an ogre
And in between each gulp
In the dirt I thumped him
To a bloody, meaty pulp
I never use my trusty knife
For therein is no sport
I'm certain very feisty
But, me knows how to comport
And do not call me "leprechaun"
My cousins in the green
Those Danaan lads are very tough
But I am twice as mean!
I may be wee, but I stand tall
Like regal hunter elves
When goblins air their wicked tongues
They best protect themselves
I still can be quite friendly
When one minds his civil tones
But, belittling my stature
Might bring you broken bones
Monsieur artiste, three cheers to you!
My portrait is correct
You've captured me most splendidly
In every fierce respect
I hope my comment pleases
My praise I shall not stint
If you don't mind, I'm ready
To welcome my first print!
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Theo J. van Joolen©2013
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Inspired by Jean-Baptiste's Facebook Contest of 19 April 2013. Share, comment, win a print!
Who called me a "tiny runt"
From my mighty pounders
His kisser took the brunt
One day he called me "pipsqueak"
That really got my goad
I went straight for his breadbasket
Unleashed a monstrous load
Of lefts and rights and uppercuts
I kicked his boney knees
Put on a mighty headlock
To make him grunt and wheeze
The blasted, stubborn, ornery fool
Kept hurling sticks and stones
He called me "lilliputian"
And other names unknowns...
That put me in a fiery state
I slammed a hefty ale
And when he called me "munchkin"
You should have seen me wail!
I charged him like an ogre
And in between each gulp
In the dirt I thumped him
To a bloody, meaty pulp
I never use my trusty knife
For therein is no sport
I'm certain very feisty
But, me knows how to comport
And do not call me "leprechaun"
My cousins in the green
Those Danaan lads are very tough
But I am twice as mean!
I may be wee, but I stand tall
Like regal hunter elves
When goblins air their wicked tongues
They best protect themselves
I still can be quite friendly
When one minds his civil tones
But, belittling my stature
Might bring you broken bones
Monsieur artiste, three cheers to you!
My portrait is correct
You've captured me most splendidly
In every fierce respect
I hope my comment pleases
My praise I shall not stint
If you don't mind, I'm ready
To welcome my first print!
***
Theo J. van Joolen©2013
***
Inspired by Jean-Baptiste's Facebook Contest of 19 April 2013. Share, comment, win a print!
Leprechaun with beer©Jean-Baptiste MONGE
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