They steal into town to pillage and croon,
Invading on tiptoe, every third moon.
With fiery red hair and warts on their noses,
they cut all the tulips and pee on the roses.
Venting belches that reek of porter and scallions,
they chase all the ladies in randy battalions
and press scaly lips on unwilling misses
who scamper away to wipe off their kisses.
But still the next morning, their sickly taste lingers
on unlucky lips and unfortunate fingers
of girls who’ve attempted to purge these advances
that with lecherous hobgoblins pass for romances.
So all ye young maidens take heed of this warning.
Put off your wanderings until the morning!
The NaPoWriMo prompt was: write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Thanks to Forgottenman for adding the “goblin” prompt to the mix.

Yucketty-yuck. Did you mention their beautiful voices like a nail across glass?
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Darn. Meant to be more specific!!! I take it you’ve been out after sunset on the third moon!!
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Aaaah, that was palpable. Dangers of Mexico. 😀
My senses deal with much more pleasant material, courtesy of my sister’s door photo.
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Goblin…liked it a lot…and am laughing after reading this…
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No doubt there are girl goblins as well, but don’t know how they respond to humans of the opposite gender.
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Girl goblins disguise themselves as shapely blonds in stiletto hills. Human boys have no chance.
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ha
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