The Troll
The wee little troll
He licked my arm
I really don't think
He meant any harm
Vulgar and disgusting
In his piggish ways
He moves very slowly
And begins to play
In his pointy shoes
He runs and frolics
Falls on his face
Wrinkles his nose
Decides to sit down
And begin to show
How he can behave
To receive his treat
Which is a nice rub
To his wee, little, feet
Copyright © Jules M. | Year Posted 2014
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