At midnight of this unearthly day
There were screams, howlers and yells,
Coming from a fishy corner in the house
Loud claps and clinging bells.

They appear in the shadows
Monstrous, creepy yet small
With necks narrow
And eyes big as ball

A cake kept in the middle of the hall
Tall as my height and wobbly as the knight bus
With wierd decorations
And icing that looked suspicious

In the drink glasses, something scarlet and purple was being poured
with popping bubbles and silver steam
And for starters,
There were toad bones and ostrich cream!

Few wore sandy robes
With their maroon skin
And the green mob wore tea towels
Picked up from a bin

Later in the birthday party,
They started knocking each other
Which looked like a game in popularity
Blithesome, hair-raising, gate crashing, altogether!

The goblins and their very customs
They were following with devotion
But who's birthday was it?
I couldn't get this notion

Well, goodnight! The Birthday Goblin
I better not come near,
As you look quaintest and goggle-eyed too
For the condition is not the same here.