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Jubberwug

A creature
A magic one,
With brightly coloured hair,
A crest of spikes
And feet with claws,
Hides within his lair.

He comes out only once a night,
To feed upon a child,
The plumper ones,
With bellies fat,
And taste so soft and mild.

He’s not a dragon,
Or a troll,
Nor anything you’ve seen,
He calls himself a jubberwug,
The best there’s ever been.

For if you come within his sight,
And nobody should dare,
He’ll eat you toes and all at once
Of jubberwugs beware.

But on one Christmas,
Cold and still,
There came a little child
To spread some cheer
Despite her fear
Alone and in the wild.

She passed towards the jubberwug,
Who stood with eyes confused.
A little present, with a bow,
At which he looked bemused.

He'd never had a gift before,
And not from one so sweet.
A little girl,
With hair in curls
Who normally he'd eat.

He spread a smile upon his face,
A painful thing to do,
Always sad,
He'd lived alone,
For jubberwugs are few.

He opened up his little gift,
Untied the ribbon blue,
And then inside he saw the box,
A checkers game for two.

The little girl sat down with him,
despite the awful smell,
To teach to him her favorite game
At which she did excel.

And there they sat,
In happiness,
And just content to play
So there they stayed,
Till night time came
This special Christmas day.


Author notes

This poem is written in iambic septameter.
(de dum) x 7

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Comments

  • Angelshadow
    October 7, 2008
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    Strange.
    But very awesome.
    Your work doesn't suck like mine.


  • cricketjeff gold member
    June 3, 2008

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    Terrific work and a joy to read so different to the rest of the entries.
    Not sure I'd call it heptameter II'd be tempted to lay it out in alternating 4 and 3 foot lines.
    Which would make it ballad meter.


  • Legend silver member
    May 31, 2008

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    Another fine poem (why do i think of the Grinch)Dr Seuss one of my very favourite writers Shows you just what sort of person is commenting on your work.And needless to say enjoying it Well done