When the trolls came to town!

When the trolls came to town!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the trolls came to town!
They tried to impress with bad words,
to say look at me,
but repeating on the repeating
 just spelt boring to thee.
But how I love to ruffle
their feathers hanging lame
pecking here pecking there, 
not long is their fame.
 Roasted!
Even their stuffing!

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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slayed!! aahh the wee little Gollum basement dwellers...
pathetic, lonely creatures with an impressive five word vocabulary
I say we should starve their ego...but that's me. just make
sure you don't accidentally hand him the one ring! hmmmm
roasted gollum, served with gravy, perhaps?

Thank you for sharing this witty write...I do enjoy your
humour....and for the laughs! (:

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

hahaha Thank you miss barrie! Yes! So Precious!!:):)
ms. barrie

9 Years Ago

LoL!! haha my preciousssss!!! I just ask you please not also serve
cranberry sauce (:
i really like this...yes, it is truth---and the repeating...sort of like a political candidate with a certain memorized answer to every question---only here the language is quite a bit more raw.

j.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ah, the lesser understood troll. One of natures quirks in that they fully formed but are so developmentally challenged because they were born without having the sense to see that what goes round, comes round. Like, it's our faultthey are deluded enough to think the earth revolves round them and people are impressed by their extreme ugliness, both inside and out.
Phew, and not a single swear word about the $%*&!!'s :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

You did very very well Lorry. So controlled. :0 lol

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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