a goblin sat and played with me,
he showed me tricks, of which he'd plenty,
given him by oh... maybe twenty,
Faeries, elves and pixies too
unicorns tricks, they all accrue;
They taught me how to fly at night,
but only if there was no light,
Hob-goblin spells, I learnt to utter
faerie chants I learnt to mutter;
Pixies, Elves , so deft of hand,
taught me how to give commands;
Now, I chant and often mutter,
all those words they taught me stutter,
gently upwards playing games,
with my friends......I'll name no names


I am glad you enjoyed it 
) called Hob Gobblin, and it is marvelous. This poem surpasses it though. It was great. I love a nice fantasy poem, with mystical beings in it and the like. That was great, well done





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