'Twas the Night After Gobfest and all through the town
Some Licktoads plotted and planned on burning things down.
This was not, of course, an unusual state,
For all goblins are pyros, I'm proud to relate.
The alchemist Twitchy was itching to attack
The house of the Head of the Goblin Games, Grack.
"Grack made us ride pigs!" she wailed to Gurp and to Ronk.
(The event had caused both gobs to fall with a bonk.)
Barbarian Ronk raged and charged little Squealy!
They fought with tusk and with club 'til with zeal he
Screamed, "Bacon!" as the crowd gathered round
And with one mighty blow the pig fell to the ground.
Their bellies they stretched with a porky Gob feast,
From the carcass of Squealy, the poor little beast!
"Grack made me eat slugs!" Twitchy remembered with dread.
"Slug-loving Gurp then slung curses at Twitchy's head!"
Gurp rode a giant slug named Squishy, covered in slime,
So slug-eating in his eyes was a terrible crime.
Twitchy turned to the bard Medge, "Grack made you climb trees!"
For the bard it was a memory that did not appease.
Medge fell multiple times from the tree most cruel
'Til yelling, "I hates you!" she challenged tree to a duel.
Bravely she fought. With tree cowed, she tried for the top!
Seeking glory, Medge climbed again with no drop.
Then came the second part of Medge's task -- getting honey
From a hive of bees; Grack thought that would be funny.
With the team's plans, Medge carefully smoked the hive.
Flamefinger brought honey down; Medge came back alive!
Better yet, from all their plotting and sneaky schemes
Came together the most cunning of goblin teams!