Grandpa Troll

Grandpa Troll is a merry old soul, and a merry old soul is he. He came from Hubby’s basement, just to be with little old me. He brought with him a Dragon egg, that was cute as cute can be. He gave it to me, making me, as proud as proud can be. Tee Hee! Now surely, you can see my plight, as my mind has since gone wacky. He must have thought me a daft old broad, which was, an impossibility. Tho I conclude, that he’s now right, Oh Whoa! Oh Whoa… Is me! But I’ll be darned if I’ll go down that path alone, for that’s, just not me! So now Grandpa Troll pulls Dragon from my trees, after failed landings. And I play gambling games with an Elven King, so that… if I win… He’ll replace my torn up, and once… lovely landscape, of forested trees. He often gives me tips, on how to improve my life, with Dragon, for free! Grandpa Troll has now taught the basement Trolls, to fix and repair daily. I must say that our Carpenter Trolls are the best in this, and any, county. Dragon is sought by everyone, who does want, a new or better building! We are now training Mason Trolls, for a simple stone castle, to be built. You see, stone does not burn, and Dragon wants to be the bat, in our belfry. And we will add a whole silly wing, in which, to house our little menagerie. The penguins are asking to add a water slide, from the turrets, to the lake. The pigeons want to have their covey holes, to get in from winters bite. Yay, verily! Beware! If you think we’re having illusions of grandeur! The Basement Trolls also want a bigger workshop and a bigger home… Tho I’ve begun to dream of… just a small… and simple little crown… Well, tootles to my friends! It’s time to chase that crazy Dragon, down! He’s again on the prowl! And it’s time I find those lost marbles… I lost! So I can glue them solidly into my little crown! Please do,Wish me Luck! PS. I’ve got my running shoes on and will kick Dragon in the butt… Then I’ll lead him back home, for a delicious, Grandpa Troll made, lunch. Written 4-4-2016