Hour 6

One fine day

I went for a walk

There came a dog

And began to bark

 

I cried for help

But no-one was there

Suddenly appeared a Goblin

Who came from nowhere

 

He was a small fellow

With a long long beard

He began to ask

Whose cry he has heard

 

He looked at the dog

And then looked at me

“Why are you bothering him,

He belongs to me”

 

His face turned red

And he waved his hand

Suddenly appeared a stick

Which looked like magic wand

 

It was no wand

That  I soon realised

He wipped me hard

Till I wept and cried

 

He was gone as he came

And my face was stained with tears

I used to dream of Goblins

But now they are my fears

 

Do you dear readers

Believe this story sad

Or do you by anyway

Think that I’ve gone mad