Come in my Pretty
Come in my pretty the troll said opening the door
I liked the fellow instantly, and what is more
I had been warned about strangers, but he reminded me
Of my old grandma Edna who loved me unconditionally
So I went inside and had some lemon tea with the troll
His stories were exciting, fun, joyful, nothing sad or droll.
I told him I would be back, but he disappeared that day.
Even his troll house was squirrelled away.
I always felt glad that I had met him though.
His stories were thrilling and brought me some dough.
I wrote them up and sold them into a sweet little book.
I am so glad I found the troll who lived by the brook.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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