Below is the poem entitled HaHa Choir Rides Again which was written by poet
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My HaHa songs are gone, some would call it writers block.
My Basement Trolls went on vacation, as I watch the clock.
Without a thought for me, they took my very heart and soul.
I hope they will come back real soon; I’m dying here alone.
Then what do I espy, a tiny Troll, quietly staring there at me?
He came out of my closet bookshelf, to come and talk, you see.
It seems I will not be alone, at least not totally alone, anymore.
Then I spy another one, or three, or more… coming out the door.
They’re dragging sheets of paper; I had wondered where it had gone.
Coming next behind them is my ink pen, filled with joy, freshly drawn.
From where, oh where, did they suddenly come from, I did quickly ask.
They just simply giggled, saying they would help me, at all my tasks.
It seems they came with the Basement Trolls, these little friends of mine.
And when the others disappeared, these chose to be my friends, so fine.
They pulled out all my books, and piled them on the floor, for to sit upon.
Then said that they were once very big, yes, years ago, once upon a time.
The children lassoed my cats and dogs, to drag them deftly across the floor.
Climbing up my books, they sat upon their backs, then went off to explore.
Taming my tabby cat, was easier said than done, a fun filled rodeo ensued,
Until she shook them easily off, spilling them soundly onto the rug, anew.
Then I saw a Troll, on a stack of Zane Grey Books, in cowboy hat and spurs.
He quickly lassoed that crazy tabby cat, and what ensued was quite absurd.
You can guess who won, after the house was torn apart, when they blew up.
But from then on out, they were forever known, as Zane Grey and Giddy Up.
Contest: Chasing the Blues away... 1-30-2013