Old Bogwort's Treasure
Poem: He'd wheeze and he'd sigh, Then open one eye, And postpone his demise just for sport.
Old Bogworts Treasure
There once was old Grandpa Bogwort,
Who’s dying lingered on like Malört.
He’d wheeze and he’d sigh,
Then open one eye,
And postpone his demise just for sport.
At midnight came Brindle at last,
Bogwort’s favorite grandson heldfast.
The whole room leaned near,
For the secret was dear.
And Bogwort woke up mighty fast.
“I’ve outlived old Wartnose,” he said.
Then spat and sat up in his bed.
“And Snaggletooth too.”
They suffered him through.
For the secret still locked in his head.
He pointed one finger on high.
Slipping paper to Brindle, so sly.
“My treasure is hid,
And buried with...”
Quietly, he chose that moment to die.
The family stared down at the bed.
“Did anyone hear what he said?”
They ducked out the door
Said, “I’ve seen this before.
We should’ve asked him last week instead.”
Young Brindle unfolded the note.
His surprise caught tight in his throat.
“You’re my greatest treasure,
I’ve loved beyond measure.”
Then X marked the spot by the moat.
By Heather Patton / Verdant Butterfly
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A creative space with over 170 enchanting stories and poems. I write fantasy, folklore and genre bending prose that can step off the path into comedy, adventure or the unsettling at any moment.
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Hope this isn't the last of your poems and I also wish to see more of different genres like fairies or dragons different categories of fantasy basically
Fantastic Heather
This is so funny the way he thought, and magically poetic