Food there was in abundance, <br />wine flowed from the vine, <br />music played all night long <br />interspersed with poetic recital, <br />everything was happening <br />at the mass for the Green Goblins. <br /> <br />The Head Head gave an hour long speech, <br />the crowd erupted with applause <br />(at the final word) PHEW! ! <br />everyone was at the mass for the Green Goblins. <br /> <br />The hall was tightly packed with Flonks, <br />they surrounded the stage in a sea of bodies, <br />excitement grew in this huge crowd, <br />all eyes on the clock, <br />Flonks sensed their approach <br />as suddenly the Goblins appeared, <br />the crowd went wild, cheering fit to bust the roof, <br />the Goblins inspired the longest ovation in history <br />for an opening number, five years exactly, <br />Green Goblins are really where its at. <br /> <br />After twenty songs spread over <br />two hundred and fifty years <br />they came to their final number, <br />the historic hit called, <br />I like a 'Green Gobble' <br />which spent five million aeons at No.1 <br />in the charts and two weeks on holiday <br />on the Costa Del Gobble, <br />the crowd flipped, <br />flonks have never been so stirred <br />in their fanatic adulation <br />of these four lads from Lily-pad, <br />the Green Goblins had a mass to remember. <br /> <br />This is your top Flonk reporter <br />Queballquizkilarney signing off <br />from the Daily Flibal Flash with our motto, <br />'Forward With The Flonks'.<br /><br />Richard Allen Beevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mass-for-the-green-goblins/
