I wrote this a while ago, but it's still cherry. A fun little poem about a harmless monster who takes what isn't his - but leaves behind a gift much more wonderful than what he takes away. I have to admit to having been given the first line as a writing assignment - create something, prose or poetry, out of this, "the grungy grog groveled before his gouty king". Well, here's what I spun out of that opener. Hope you enjoy.
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