OH HARK40

The threesome stood at the threshold gaping   in surprise utter
And were absolutely stunned when they heard someone mutter.
There was  some movement and rustling near  the writer's knees
The poet looked down, but was suddenly  shaken by a  sneeze.

There was someone vigorously  tugging at  his trench coat
He looked down, and felt a strong urge to have a French toast.
There was a hideous looking dwarf with a capacious paunch
Who was leering chinky eyed at him, a tirade about to launch .

With a tiny finger he twirled his luxurious walrus moustache 
While hopping around muttering tongue twisters with panache.
"Come in, why  stand  outside?",  insisted  the man at the door. 
 The three walked in  frantically wondering what  was in store.

The writer's  eyes were fixed  on the dust motes   in the air
There was a creepy malevolence, how could foul be fair?
"Where are my glasses?" the absent minded writer shouted
The dwarf with the  paunch looked around and hugely pouted .

Then he broke into a paroxysm of giggles and beat his head
Pointed at  the writer's scalp, laughing till his eyes were red.
"He always keeps forgetting his glasses", loudly he laughed 
While the writer  looked around and sheepishly coughed .

High up on his scalp were his thick rimmed glasses perched
The dwarf with laughter quivered ,and forward  he lurched. 
Was  it again the clip clopping of  horses in the distance?
The poet went toward the window, feeling absolutely tense.

The dwarf smiled showing a sparkling row of gold plated teeth
The air appeared to be with a sinister ghostliness replete.
He swung his neck in all directions, and towards them hopped
Pointed at the writer  and to a low whisper his voice dropped.

"This man , you see  is a nasty piece of work, a regular shark 
He thinks nothing of sending a person  to his grave, oh hark.
But these sounds are part of this jungle, so do not be scared".
In a broad grin his gold plated teeth he once again bared.

"You think I am a smuggler and that I have  gold hidden  here
Yes,  I am very rich though I appear to be  a mannikin mere. 
A bunch of boisterous boozards  badmouthing and blundering 
Hush,  do you not hear them  in a loud voice  thundering  ?"



He stood akimbo and said "how did you like my tongue twister? 
I can mouth tongue twisters with elan , and passion, mister."
They gaped at him  round eyed,  with amazement absolute .
Said the poet, "I am impressed,  and you look absolutely cute".

At this the dwarf broke into a dance mimicking Fred Astaire
 The threesome could do nothing but open mouthed stare. 
 Flickering shadows outside  started moving towards the door
Clapped their ghostly hands and loudly pleaded for an encore.

At the loud clapping, the dwarf towards the door dashed  
While the writer slapped his forehead , and his teeth gnashed.
With a flourish, he  opened the door and saw a row of pumpkins.
In the middle of the row stood a figure, her face swathed in grins. 

"I am Ginger Rogers" , the figure said, in her hand a candle.
"Oh , what a surprise, but  you  know I am too hot to handle."
Saying this , the  dwarf once again  into a spirited dance  broke
 Pulled  her to him and with laughter the three started to choke.