Moggnome

Moggnome was a wee little soul from Tashee, standing on tiptoes, he might reach to your knee. Pomegranate face, fringed by dandelion fluff, a thickly thatched head, and like that wasn’t enough, for it grew on his hands, and his ankles and feet, bird nest like brows, it also clung to his cheek. If he’d ever given thought to a cut and a shave, there would be enough clippings, to fill up a cave. For Moggnome had much more hair, than most, it would stick to the knife, as he buttered his toast. If he washed from a sink, it would clog up the drain, so when storm clouds appeared, he’d shampoo in the rain. It was wild and unruly, with a mind of its own, like a candy floss head, crowning a paper stack cone. But below the surface of this savage, dense mane, beat a stalwart heart, tempered by an astute brain. Strolling one morning, Moggnome’s mind gave a lurch, for swinging from a bough, like a bird on a perch, sat the fairest young maiden, of gnome lore it seems, a charcoal haired beauty, he would seek as his queen. With a smile kissed by angels, she gave him a nod, and his spirit soared skyward, as though sunk in a bog. Her eyes glimmered like emeralds, imbedded in moss, but how to woo this sweet vision, he felt at a loss. At that very moment, a troll charged out at full gear, his aim was that pendant, now screaming with fear. Moggnome rolled at the troll, like a tumbleweed mass, the impact as he struck, even felt by the lass. They twirled and they spun like a trundling wheel, and as they came to a halt, attack lost its appeal. Shaken and bewildered, the troll bolted retreat. Not a word would he mention, of this humbling defeat. As Moggnome brushed off dust, from head to thigh, his breath whooshed out, in the form of a sigh. The maiden stood anchored, in the shimmering light, While she gazed at her hero, with awe and delight. She advanced like a vision, a nymph from his sleep, and with a kiss to his brow, his hair curled like a sheep. Some say they were wed, at that very same place, where Moggnome won honour, and his sweetheart’s grace.