The Grodling
I fell asleep by a bubbling stream
And heard a voice whisper in my dream
Soft and gentle, a quiet tone
And I knew that I was not alone
I opened my eyes and blinked at the sun
But I saw no sign of anyone
I called for the Bugwug who was sat up a tree
Pointing his wing at what he could see
A strange looking creature with a head big and square
With a long pointed chin that sprouted white hair
He had four giant ears that flapped on the breeze
And gigantic blue feet beneath knobbly knees
He was short,
He was plump,
He had a protruding rear rump
And his nose, as it grows,
Was squashed up in a stump.
The creature before me giggled and smiled
I have to admit I was quite beguiled
I asked ‘How are you?’ and winked a blue eye
But he puffed up his cheeks and gave a huge sigh
His large orange eyes rolled around in his head
He was completely ignoring the words I had said
Odd though he was I thought him quite charming
But then his behaviour it became quite alarming
Jumping about he waved his hands in the air
Brushing long fingers through spiky white hair
He danced and he wobbled with his tongue sticking out
He screeched and he gurgled and started to shout
His big bulbous eyes almost popped from his head
Until he fell in the grass as if he were dead
I thought ‘This is odd’ but I could not ignore
The dreadful noise as he gurgled and started to snore
With blue lips all a wobble I left him that day
And crept on my toes and left right away
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