Fantasy Land

On the dark side of town the Ogre lives His only friend is the refection he sees On pondering on his shade of green He boomed out a hearty groan indeed Tired of being a lonely soul He thought up imaginary elves and trolls ‘Too tiny for me to see’ he moaned ‘I might squish their tiny bones’ So who could be his ideal mate? Maybe a banshee? Could this be fate? Certainly not, he thought. The hour late Her screams and shrills would make me quake In the crooked mansion down the street Lived a vampire with smart clean teeth It was rumoured that he had turned a new leaf He now drank fine wines not blooded meat So the gigantic ogre rang the bell A smartly dressed enchanted friend Offered the ogre an ear to lend They now share tales till eternities end By Emma Buckeridge For contest : Fantasy Land 7th place win