Goblin Poems

Nic
Jun 11, 2019
1 min read

dead dust bunnies, dead dust bunnies, dead bunnies by the dozen. oh stomp 'em and chomp 'em and throw 'em in the oven. they little particle hearts smashed up by me feet. were they not made of dust they'd be so good to eet.

ducklings be yellow, but they grow up brown. little trees be green, but they grow up brown. if goblins be brown when they all growed up, what color be goblins when they only pup?

2/17/2006

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