A Little Trolling Pome
By Cynthia S.
I spied a little troll today,
underneath the bridge.
“come on, Troll, come with me
up onto the ridge.â€Â
“You will like the ridge,†I said
“I know this for true,
You can see over the heads
Of poets old and new.â€Â
Trollsie muttered to himself,
not knowing what to think
of humans who bare their souls
while plying paper and ink.
Finally at the top of the ridge
“Let’s play hide and seekâ€Â
I put the blindfold over his eyes
tell the troll, “Don’t peek!â€Â
Down at the bottom of the ridge
Poets light a flame
to show their barbs where to go,
NOW! READY! AIM!
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