Things Are Not As They Seem
Deep in the forest
On a heading of northwest
We weren't looking for anything of interest
When we came across a wooden bridge woven
Together with the creepiest
Rope which was between two rock ledges
Sitting on the crest.
We didn't go near or cross because much
To our surprise our binoculars showed
Underneath the bridge lived what looked like
A family of trolls that alot in my expedition party
Were ready to attest.
They said let's be honest
Everyone needs a place where they can get
Dressed,
Digest
Food, and feel blest
To have guests.
Director we are asking that at your earliest
Opportunity please erase this quest.
We will forget that we saw some of the
Homeliest,
Grimiest,
And down on their funds lowliest
Trolls that we by passed with zest.
Excuse me, those weren't trolls as you first
Suggest
They're humans who are hard pressed.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2018
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