An Ogre Named Barry
There once was an ogre named Barry
who was gruesome grotesque and scary
He came from a land where blood flowed through the sand
so he traveled to a country of fairies
He ravaged and raged but could never be caged
and soon his will was secure
The people were fooled and they liked being ruled
so the lies and the cheats they endured
In his selfish ways with their money he played
and in their luxuries he went for a swim
Yet they still loved him so for they just didn't know
that their freedom had come to an end.
Copyright © Terry Burns | Year Posted 2013
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