Crazy… can’t begin to describe, some of my Trolls, many ways.
But suddenly it was ninja this, and ninja that, today.
You should see them in black, though; they’re way too big to miss!
Shiny baubles tied all around, jingling with every move, in bliss.
But stealth isn’t their name to fame, for they’re not very small.
And with or without a costume, who would fight a Troll at all?
Stalking little birdies, and each other, was suddenly all the rage.
One startled a skunk… he’ll be staying outside, for a few days…
They tried to climb a downspout and trellis, to the hardwares’ demise.
Thank God, they never made it to the roof, for the results I would despise.
To practice throwing ninja stars, I gave them bubble gum balls, instead.
No one got hurt, and the stars were forgotten, with bubble gum wars, ahead.
They Did protect me from my swing set, may it rest in peace, this day.
But the smoke bombs, they thought they needed, definitely went astray.
It seems all the wood, that for my fireplace stood, has now gone up in smoke.
But they had lots of fun with marshmallows and a great weenie roast.
The firemen then came, and I explained as I met them in the front yard.
I warned of the ninjas, but they knew the ropes... they’d been here before.
So the firemen declared themselves ninja masters, that everyone must obey…
The ninjas immediately bowed down to their sensei. Thank God, is all I can say!
You can bet, I wish I’d thought of that, before a stanza or two, back… sooo true!
The firemen declared a safety violation for the trolls, and declared a big toll, too.
The toll would be to clean up the mess, and to practice at the local dojo.
Go figure…Apparently, one of the firemen owns that darn thing, you know!
He loaded up the ninja Trolls, for the fire truck ride of their life…
Winking... he said he’d have them and their jinglely suits… home safe, by night.
Got to love those firemen, they sure know their stuff… With just one look…
They told me: I could now relax and get some much-needed rest…
But first, I'll be hiding all those ninja movies… it’ll be for the best.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
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