The Goblin Baker

by Elizabeth Creith

The goblin baker with his cart
Cried "Cricket pie and tadpole tart!
Spider strudel, newt éclairs!
Children, come and taste my wares!
Shortbread made with butterfly,
Scarab wafers, who will buy?
Praying mantis petits fours,
Pismire patties by the score!
Macaroons of dragonflies,
Gingerbread with insect eyes,
Pie of newt and scone of frog,
Pasties filled with polliwog,
Beetle biscuits, moth meringue!"
So the goblin baker sang,
And goblin children ran to buy
Tadpole tart and cricket pie.

Elizabeth Creith draws on half a century of reading myth, fantasy, folklore and fairy tales to write her poetry and flash fiction. She is currently writing two fantasy novels so that when she gets stuck on one, she can work on the other. She lives in rural Northern Ontario with her husband, two cats, one dog and assorted wildlife.

Her favourite fruit is mangoes, which unfortunately do not grow in Northern Ontario.

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