Goblin Greif

• Chloe White, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

The town of Frown
Could not even sit down
When they heard the goblin
Was lurking around.

The goblin was dressed in a little pink top
And his small ears would always lop.
His fat face was full of warts
In all different sizes and sorts.

At dusk they huddled in a small cave
It was the only place they felt brave.
The cave was the safest place
Even though there wasn’t much space.



One day the people of Frown
Came up with an evil plan.
It took them all day
But at the end they yelled hooray.




Later on when night came
The town looked the same.
Except for the hidden traps
That were only marked on the special maps.



The stupid goblin came again
Then later on died in pain.
The town now holds no fear
And their happy all year.