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Friday, 10 May 2013

Goblin Poem

 There was once a goblin who lived in a cottage.
He twisted his ankle so he had it bandaged.
Goblin was sad and goblin was pissed,
Goblin wanted to punch things with his tiny fists.


 I'm trying to find things to do in order to buy time before i actually absolutely have to study.

I've made a cup of Milo , had a piece of bread, pat almost all the cats in the house, annoyed my sister, watched some Korean shows, drew a rambutan, brushed my hair , showered twice , curled my lashes, and wrote a bloody poem about a pissed goblin.

Now what.

3 comments:

  1. You did not run around the room singing and dancing!!!

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  2. then after singing and running maybe you should draw the tiny fists of a pissed goblin at the next page of the rambutan that you drew

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  3. okay! i shall keep this in mind the next time! thank you friends! :'D

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