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Least Viewed Poem - Old King Troll Written For Alexis Y
Original nursery rhyme ~ Old King Cole “Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Oh there’s none so rare, as can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three" My original parody Old King Troll had a very long pole And a very long pole had he He called for his wife (she’s his trouble and strife) And he called for his mistresses three King Troll sat in the middle …his wife said you’re on the fiddle This fact King Troll couldn’t deny All the women took a swipe at him and gave him a black eye! Alexis challenged me to do a parody of Old King Cole nursery rhyme 10~03~16 New Poem Old King Troll was out of control An Internet stalker was he He sat at his desk (he was really grotesque) And he made lives a misery With computer sites he’d fiddle, (only leaving for a piddle) He would lurk there for many hours The cops finally caught up with him And now he’s put behind bars! Poem re written 10~23~16 Least Viewed Contest Sponsored by Marugu Mo 10~23~16
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