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The Trolls of NeighCassier smiled
as they undermined.
They acted sweet and welcoming
:but they were mean and rude and
unkind.
The evaluated situations with
prowess and assortment and hust
they made enemies of the dwarfingdores
and smuggled there squashes and stuff.
There women acted like witches
there men were shy and mean
they raided fields in the evening
and at night
they'd wear twigs to be unseen.
Potatoes and zucchini were
field sweets
they'd take from the farmers fields.
They help themselves to the smoked fishes
that were smoked and cured on reels.
When the witches of Worsten 
thristed for love and drink
they dress as there lovers
and rub there faces with garlic
so they'd stink.
They'd consort to make evenings
where men would dance and sing.
They corner potential lovers
with potions and spells
and things.
One rubbed a toad on
a trolls lips and asked him to kiss him
beneath the wreath.later on in the evening
when he was drunken and sleep
they'd go on to the homestead
and smuggle his hogs
and sheep
Toadwart he'd awaken
and not remember a thing
to find his livestock
and treasures
were taken he
would think he was jinxed.
To stay weary of the demons
he'd tie Ruppler bark

around a string
to thew it in the yards
of the witches
to had lofted him
with not ah thing..
Curses: curses he stand
there yelling.
While witches
mused and laughed.
Cooking up the grub
acting whorish and fass.
He promised he'd be redeemed
and cursed them with
a spell.
Then he left them heartbroken.
And went where Sorcers dwell.

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