The Hollylocks and Goblolikins

The Hollylocks and Goblolikins

This totally cracks me up. I found this poem on ilovepoetry.com and it has Hollylocks it in. How funny. I wish I could find the poem that Weasel wrote about me and called me Hollylocks....that's where is all began. =)

The Hollylocks and Goblolikins
Live in the Acres; a part of the wood,
At a distance from the Avalon place
Where the homes of the fairies stood.

They forage together in nearby brush
And harvest the tuber and berry;
Eating away at roots of the Bonna,
Bringing back what they could carry.

The Hollylocks were a bluish color;
Walk upright with a hunch,
And make a loud and grinding noise
When they sit to eat their lunch.

The Goblolikins walk upon all fours
Have golden, brownish hair
That curls in circles that reach the ground;
In these parts they are quite rare.

And in the night they humble themselves
Leaning quietly against the trees;
Sleep soundly as a newborn baby,
Once they lock their knobby knees.

The fairies liked to play with them;
Making fun of their funny noise;
Those hairy locks that reached the ground,
And the night time leaning poise.

Hollylocks and Goblolikins
Don’t know what fairies do;
But they are friendly, small, no problem at all,
And are kind and friendly too.

They tolerate each other's wonderings
Into their lands far, but near.
And watch each other throughout the day
So passive, without any fear.

Nestled down in the Acres of the wood
Near Avalon, the fairyland,
Happily live the Hollylocks and Goblolikins
In the forest near the downland.

Christopher Haywood
20 January 2007

http://www.ilovepoetry.com/viewpoem.asp?id=90863