'Twas the day before Goblin Week and all though the twitter,
Most creatures were happy, but a few were quite bitter.

Not since our traps were so carefully baited
Had any event been so anticipated.

The goblins all hoped that this great fest of arts,
Would bring burgers and grumpls, and cabbage and farts.

And I myself wondered which art would be best.
So much that I had to give my brain a rest.

When suddenly outside, I heard such a ruckus.
I jumped off the couch and fell flat on my tuckus.

I opened the door and, yep, it was fudders,
monkees, investors and right ugly mudders.

I thought to myself, "What game are they playing?
Are these unfounded things or the truth they are saying?"

"This project," they said, "is a slow-moving rug."
"This founder," they said, "has the brains of a bug."

They said "Listen hear, to the great man named Beeple.
For he says this was done by such low effort people."

Then a Wizard confronted them holding a staff,
And the way that he waved it around made me laugh!

Though the chants that he chanted sounded imperious.
He clearly had powers both great and mysterious.

He chanted of dragons and faiwees and eggs
While wobbling on skinny old knobbly legs.

He chanted of crocs and atari and virgins
All while his power continually burgeons.

The fudders ran off as they sensed the futility.
They knew they could not fight the second utility

So the Wizard won this round, that was quite clear.
And I said to myself, "I could sure use a beer".

So faster than you could say "TAK UR ORDRR?
I popped the top of a JUS PLEN MUDD porter.

When stranger than strange was the feeling I got.
And weirder than weird was my vision, I thought.

At first I felt my feet getting wetter.
And then I saw that 1 of 1 sweater.

Is that really that? I can't believe what I'm seeing!
Is that Doktur Grobler? Is he standing there peeing?

He gave me a look that was just a bit flirty.
And he said "You know vee like to keep our floors dirty!"

"You might vant to consider removing your doors,
so then you will have the dirtiest floors!"

I suddenly thought I should ask his advice.
"Doktur Grobler", I said " what about the floor price?"

He answered, "Vell, I must confess
Zee floor price causes me no stress."

"Obsession with floor price is a powerful delusion
I think Freud called it an oedipal confusion

But if you listen to zee man from zee school in zee east
you'll know that it matters not at all, not zee least."

"Here, I'll give you some brane pills. They'll help you relax.
and calmly consider all of zee facts."

I needed no pills to help me to realize
This doktur we have is incredibly wise.

"Oh and please don’t be greedy", upon leaving he said.
"It all goes to zero any vay ven you're dead."

The End.

'Twas the day before Goblin Week and all though the twitter,
Most creatures were happy, but a few were quite bitter.

Not since our traps were so carefully baited
Had any event been so anticipated.

The goblins all hoped that this great fest of arts,
Would bring burgers and grumpls, and cabbage and farts.

And I myself wondered which art would be best.
So much that I had to give my brain a rest.

When suddenly outside, I heard such a ruckus.
I jumped off the couch and fell flat on my tuckus.

I opened the door and, yep, it was fudders,
monkees, investors and right ugly mudders.

I thought to myself, "What game are they playing?
Are these unfounded things or the truth they are saying?"

"This project," they said, "is a slow-moving rug."
"This founder," they said, "has the brains of a bug."

They said "Listen hear, to the great man named Beeple.
For he says this was done by such low effort people."

Then a Wizard confronted them holding a staff,
And the way that he waved it around made me laugh!

Though the chants that he chanted sounded imperious.
He clearly had powers both great and mysterious.

He chanted of dragons and faiwees and eggs
While wobbling on skinny old knobbly legs.

He chanted of crocs and atari and virgins
All while his power continually burgeons.

The fudders ran off as they sensed the futility.
They knew they could not fight the second utility

So the Wizard won this round, that was quite clear.
And I said to myself, "I could sure use a beer".

So faster than you could say "TAK UR ORDRR?
I popped the top of a JUS PLEN MUDD porter.

When stranger than strange was the feeling I got.
And weirder than weird was my vision, I thought.

At first I felt my feet getting wetter.
And then I saw that 1 of 1 sweater.

Is that really that? I can't believe what I'm seeing!
Is that Doktur Grobler? Is he standing there peeing?

He gave me a look that was just a bit flirty.
And he said "You know vee like to keep our floors dirty!"

"You might vant to consider removing your doors,
so then you will have the dirtiest floors!"

I suddenly thought I should ask his advice.
"Doktur Grobler", I said " what about the floor price?"

He answered, "Vell, I must confess
Zee floor price causes me no stress."

"Obsession with floor price is a powerful delusion
I think Freud called it an oedipal confusion

But if you listen to zee man from zee school in zee east
you'll know that it matters not at all, not zee least."

"Here, I'll give you some brane pills. They'll help you relax.
and calmly consider all of zee facts."

I needed no pills to help me to realize
This doktur we have is incredibly wise.

"Oh and please don’t be greedy", upon leaving he said.
"It all goes to zero any vay ven you're dead."

The End.