Confessions So True
The trolls went on vacation last week, they were tired of so much sun.
They went north for a touch of snow, you know, to have a little fun.
Now here we sat, all by ourselves, without a thing, we need to do.
No Trolls for laughter, the spice of life, our fun filled lives were thru.
Grandpa Troll was a chef at heart, he cooked for all, including ourselves.
Need I remind you, as a cook, they had all gladly put me, on the shelf.
So here we were, at all our meals, scrounging for anything that’s left.
And any time I smiled and offered to cook, they scrounged farther yet.
So I ask them…what they did want… and got a solid… I don’t know.
Their only help was, what am I gonna get? Did the Trolls leave a note?
Then the whine of: when will they be back and OH NO not this again!
What is it? They soundly ask… It looks like, well I don’t know, you win!
So all at once they deserted me… out the door they quickly did go.
Not wanting to be left behind, I caught up, then lead the stampede, just so.
I didn’t tell them there was a note, and ready-made food in the freezer.
You see: I wanted to go out to eat… We hadn’t eaten out in a while, either.
So here we go for one more time… as I say the treat will be on me.
And I lead them deftly down the street, yes, to where I want to eat.
McDonald’s says the McRib is back and I surely, can’t miss out on that!
So the feast tonight will definitely be… McDonalds’, where we all now sat.
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