The Goblin gobbled the Sunday roast.
He gobbled up the morning toast.
He gobbled up some chips and egg,
Then started gobbling a double bed.
He gobbled up the TV set
And even then
Hadn't finished yet.
He gobbled the cooker
And the three piece suite
(Which he wrapped up, for flavour,
In a polyester sheet).
A table was next,
The microwave too,
Then for desert,
He gobbled the loo!
Next, he gobbled the house,
And that was the worst,
Because that was when
The Goblin burst!
He exploded with a sort of
Wet sounding SMACK!
But nobody wanted their
Furniture back.
It was a little bit sticky
And really quite smelly,
It had, after all
Been in a Goblin's belly.
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Zits'n'Bits
PoezjaAn offbeat collection of poetry for children of all ages! Meet Mojo Jojo, Arnold Rimble and the spider on your ceiling! And watch out for the zits and farts along the way!
