There once was a Goblin living under a bed
It had a big green, hairy, misshaped head
One sunny day, the Goblin became quite bored.
He peeked out from the bed, opened his mouth and roared
The little boy who was reading high up above
took flight, like a scared feathery dove.
He ran downstairs, with a hurried stride
looking both ways, for a place to hide
he found a closet, and closed the door
but still he could hear, the Goblin roar
minutes passed, and hours went by
he peeked under the door, and smelled a delicious pie
as the little boy left the closet, turning the knob
he picked up a shoe, that he was readying to lob
What’s this, the little boy asked, with a frightened cry
seeing the scary old goblin, wearing an apron and tie
“come in come in” it sang out loud
it removed it's oven mitts, and looked very proud
the little boy stared, his eyes big and blue
hearing the Goblin shriek, saying “this is for you!”
“don’t be scared," it said, "this is not the end”
“All I really wanted, was for us to be friends!”
so together they sat, eating pie
best friends they would be, by and by.
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Someday I'll make a fortune as a writer of children's books.
