Troll Queen (Poem)

  • A nasty old troll
    Who lives over a hill
    She was miserable to all
    Who fell victim to her chill
    But one day she will learn
    If not from me
    Then from you
    That her life is cheap woodwork
    Our happiness; true
    Which may explain why she is so miserable
    Gurgled orders left and right
    It's not us who are the problem
    It's herself she cannot fight