The Day I Saw a Nargle Selling Pink Pumpkin Juice
By Melanie Harper

It was an ordinary day,
As I walked down the street.
The sun was shining,
Quite a nice treat.

I payed no attention,
Just simply thinking.
Therefore I bumped into the store,
And the Nargle started klinking.

So klinking isn’t a word,
That I must agree.
But that’s what he did
So just listen and see.

Anyway, he looked at me,
‘Twas very odd.
He cursed and shouted.
So I gave a weak little nod.

The pink pumkin juice spilled everywhere,
So he tried to make me pay.
I gasped and pointed to the sky,
Before running away without delay.

I told all my family,
I told my best friend.
But no-one believed me,
Thought I was going round the bend.