My descent into troll/goblin oral loving is complete

So I tried to write something poetic, then the word gobbling sprung into my head, then I could think of nothing but rhyming hobbling and gobbling (or goblin) and then there was this emerging limerick where someone with just one leg went around town hobbling in search of gobbling and then it was verging on something really dirty full of one legged people gobbling goblin cocks and I htought surely you can do better than that and then I couldn’t really rhyme gobbling with goblin and it just all fell apart…so instead i wrote a poem about a Goat called Gary

Oh Gary, your coat so wirey and hooves, steadfast

To mountain sides you cling, never hobbling

And on your back, majestic goblins lurch and writhe

in search of trolls for sweetest gobbling to enjoy

for girth does eyes make water and the length

of days is measured in the gagging over hill and glen and…


Oh for fuck sake…I’m going to bed… this is ridiculous…

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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