A Parade-Meisters Worst Nightmare
The trolls were smug because the bug they caught was Cheeky.
King of the cockroaches, and exceedingly sneaky.
They trussed him up and had a celebration parade.
Marched him through Troll-ville and sold Lemonade.
Before they reached the end, a child let out a scream.
Cheeky’s chair was empty, a Parade-Meister’s worst dream!
Cheeky was missing, gone, kaput, and no one knew where that day
Except for four of us, as we had helped him sneak away.
All was well by morning as the town had caught Loopy, a lightening bug.
We did not help this one get away, as we knew he was quite the thug.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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