Improv Poem.. and irritation.

In a great land so very far away
A child laughed and fell in the hay
And as he hopped, and jumped about
From his pocket some silver did fall out
A goblin then, who was hiding in the grass
Snapped it up, though his demeanor was crass
Zits and all, the goblin made his escape
While the saddened child, proceeded to go ape
And the ferocious matriarch shouted from the door
Get away from my child, and bother us no more!
With a wink and a howl, goblin sullenly fled
But returned with an ogre and orc in his stead
In reply to such a voracious attack
The mother slew them all, with a magnificent smack
Wiping grease from her cheek, and the axe in her belt
The child was amazed and yelled as he felt
Then the mother turned 'round, and swallowed her kid
Nobody was to know just what she had... did. (bad grammar)
She leaped towards a tree, and climbed its branches
Trying to constantly rhyme is hard... Ranches
I feel that this poem somehow didn't hit
In fact it has turned to a pile of shit.