Airy fairy
the bearded man
or should I say
the goblin hairy
waving his both hands
deep down in the basement
of Creswell street
a sight quite scary.
He tells the young Lizzie,
he talks without gumption
“I know what’s the meaning,
Life’s just an assumption
I beg you, just hear me
being goblin’s not easy
I’ll tell you my secrets
if you’re not too busy
You see all the goblins,
a really weird race,
some fruit they will sell you
or throw’t at your face,
For only one penny
or some golden curl
you eat all you want to
till you shortly hurl
My shop has no fruit
no mangos
no dates
no limes
no plums
bananas
or apples
to share with your chums
no grapes
no guavas
no pears
no figs
no peaches
or berries
to give to your pigs
Papayas, you guessed it,
are out of the question
and also avocados
those give you indigestion.
Boquilas and Peumos
Sapotes, Lanzones
those fruits are for weirdos
who have no cojones.
But I have some other
delicious provisions
come here, come and join me
without intermissions.
Have bread, have some olives
Rioja, nice wine
with just these starters
you’re feeling divine.
Here come the main courses
they feel like a bliss
you’re getting bit tipsy
come give us a kiss.
Chorizo and scallops,
black pudding, paella,
some meatballs and bravas,
fried prawns from Marbella.
To finish some truffle,
perhaps cheese selection,
am getting so horny
don’t mind my erection.
And after the coffees,
the wine one last sip,
before we head over
am leaving some tip.
Don’t think you’ll be leaving,
don’t put up a fight
you know that you want it
we’re well out of sight.”
And this happy goblin,
this goblin so hairy,
took Lizzie out of Creswell
down into the prairie,
and both really happy
and both oh so merry
lay down on the grassland
and he popped her cherry.
