Chapter 8: A SONG FOR THE AGES. Or AGED?

Bellowing at the top of his lungs leading his troops, calling cadence with a bawdy song about Goblin girls, Erik makes a triumphant entrance on returning to Crescent City. He practically won the war singlehandedly, in his own mind.

This is what the army sang, according to ledgend.

“Your left, your left, your left right left.”

“Goblin girls are good for gobbling, eating each other quite often.

Their race is entirely feminine, so they’ve little other option.”

“Acquiring a horny human boyfriend is every Goblin girl’s ambition.

Families insist their sexiest girls join the manhunt expedition.”

“Bringing one home to meet the family, is cause for great jubilation.

Males are so rare the women all share it’s law and ancient tradition.”

“Indulging your Goblin sweeties kin, may seem a philanderers treat.

Until you discover not only her mother old granny also wants meat.”

“Goblin’s green skin, clues imagining them tasting a bit like lemon.

Learned through sharing, some taste like pickled herring, mostly the ancient women.”

“You satisfied the sisters, grannies, and aunts, twice, her insatiable mother.

Ready for more? Look out the door. Cousins are lined up forever.”

“Your left, your left, your left right left.

Watch! They’re lining back up for seconds and thirds, too! Three, four!”

“Didn’t you say, you hoped one day, to fuck yourself to death? OH?

Your left, your left, your left right left. And your left, your left, your left right left.”

Erik’s singing voice is able to curdle milk and cause babies to cry...

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