A Drunk Goblin
From a dark pumpkin snarled out a goblin,
Hobbling, wobbling, said he flew from Dublin
And thundered me to gobble
A blended red scotch double
And demanded a bottle, wrapped in poplin.
Syllabic count: 10/10/7/7/10 (Poetry Soup)
Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B/A
*A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 19, 2020)
Oct. 10, 2020
Halloween Inspired Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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