Friend, have you heard of the trolls in the wood?
They sing and play around a large bonfire
Trolls usually ate whatever they could
But one small snack quenches their hunger so dire
The big toes of plump little girls and boys
Hunting at night with arms at the ready
Kids in their villas with their shiny toys
Trolls watch them play, keeping arrows steady
Once a small child strays away from the pack
An arrow hits the babe's foot quite quick
The trolls rush the toes home for a fresh snack
If it's not fresh you could become sick
Salted and sauced, the steaming toes are tasty
Savor your toes! And never be hasty
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
