The Banquet in the Garden
written by: Debbie Tunstall
I hear the snapping of mother’s slippers
Icy gems guarded
by the looming goblin king.
All we wanted was sugar,
not the Kingdom or its money.
Bare bottoms banished
before being tossed outside to play,
It watches – full
whilst we feast on garden gnomes.
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