The epic poem  The Turval and the Grobble is now in a glossy cover

 As is said of the ancient tale:

"This is the heroic tale of Prince DeVoid, his squire, The Turval and their battle with the Grobble.  The tale tells of how they were betrayed, starved,stomped on, and yet overcame all privations to face the enemy in his domain. It is the greatest tale of derring do and bloody stupidity that was ever told by the Old Orators of the Dukedom of Greenwald."

And in addition the prologue is now in verse. 

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An excerpt from the Poem - a 66 page epic poem - very readable and fun to boot ( as they used to say)

The Turval and the Grobble 

Prologue

Come now listen to my heroic story,

Of one grotty Knight and his glory;

How with his faithful, grumbling Squire,

Defeated thus the Grobble, a liar

And monstrous agent of destruction

Who created many a desperate ruction

In the land of Greenwald so fair.

Caused noxious fumes to foul the air,

And with his awful spike and claws,

Smashed down houses and broke down doors.

The Grobble, nemesis of Prince and Knight,

Had so far won every fight,

And ravaged angrily far and wide,

And just as angrily the people cried,

Something must be done, they said,

We want the evil Grobble dead!.

For thus it was in Greenwald’s history

The Grobble, and his ilk, ran free;

These evil, unrepentant knaves

Caught the people and made them slaves.

Yet there were Knights who riskéd all

To bring about the oppressors’ fall,

But these unfortunate would-be slayers

Had no time to say their prayers,

Ere the Grobbles destroyed their writs

And chewed them into tiny bits.

The Grobbles laughed loud and lusty,

Thanked the Knights for being so crusty,

Declaring armour sharpened up their teeth

And sweetened up the flesh beneath.

But, with all their fearsome, noxious noise,

A simple matter brought their demise,

For a Grobble is a solitary beast,

This aloof habit is not due at least

To shyness or any modest feature.

The reason nobody likes this creature,

Is, as all who know them well agree,

They are the very worst of company.

Yet there dwelt in Greenwald’s fair wold,

A gentle people, wise and bold

Well versed in the Grobbles secret lives,

And how they got on with their wives;

Where the mothers and Groblets fed,

Or where each Grobble had its bed;

The age upon reaching Grobblehood,

When each Grobble monster would

Leave his wife and Groblets behind.

They knew generally where to find

The monsters in their steamy lairs,

How to put up with their noxious airs.

And much more useful stuff as well,

All this the Turvals sought to tell;

So gentle, compassionate and just,

Yet the task they realised was a must

To help bring down the enemy,

And set the Greenwald people free.

They taught the solitary Grobble’s ways,

How the mothers spent their days,

To teach their Groblets, as they should,

The ways of his or her Grobblehood.

And so this gentle Turval people,

Of habit, friendly and agreeable

Hardened their hearts that day,

Reluctantly agreed to find a way,

To use their knowledge and their skill

To help men hunt them down and kill,

The little Groblets and their dams,

And spoil the Grobbles family plans.

This announcement, received with pleasure

Assured the people of great measure

Against the Grobble devastation,

And be the saviour of the nation.

And so continued....