The Prince and the Goblins

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

He did not really want to be a prince,

But there you have it.  He cannot undo

His father’s raptures in the queen or rinse

Away the off-white purple cum.  Who knew

That goblins in a pig iron cavern chose

Him, fixed on him?  They wanted him, his flesh

To lick and nibble.  They removed his clothes.

They swirled their gobbling tongues among his fresh

New teenage hair, his belly and the chest

(Well, bits of it).  They slobbered ’round his tits.

They licked their way past parts and turned to best

Discoveries, the smell and taste of pits.

  The princess didn’t stand a goblin chance.

    They wanted only in the prince’s pants.