Ode to the Kobold
by Ed Robinson
Long ago, a creature reigned,
In terrors, through the night.
It held the hearts of ancient men,
And filled their souls with fright.
In their homes, the gremling lurked,
To aid with household work.
But when upset, the little troll
could really be a jerk.
If the owner left it food
The Kobold did its job,
But if the owner left it none
It turned into a slob.
Around the house, the Kobold ran,
Messing up the home.
He'd tangle all the laces, then
He'd scribble in the tomes.
The house would stand, a holy mess,
When the imp was done;
The owner would regret the day
The Kobold had its fun.
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