The Goblin King in a palace lived,
And ruled with an iron fist,
And spent his days drinking tea
And sometimes playing whist.
The Demi-Lich said, “In my home
Your doom you’ll surely meet.”
The line to get in’s a mile long,
And there’s no parking on the street.
Once upon a time, there was a Bard
Whose poems were too short.
You’d think that joke’s too old to go here.
You’re wrong, I’m sad to report.
Written by:Jeff Mach
Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. He's currently working on the Great Catskills Halloween Vendor Market & Spectacle. You can always pick up his bestselling first novel, "There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN", or "I HATE Your Prophecy"—or, indeed, his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on Twitter, or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.