Future Meals

Troll Walk

In his sack the troll

carries his gold

and people he steals

for future meals

He meets a lad

ashed a tad

with a sharp little spine

and a barrel of wine

A toast for good luck

the spine is stuck

The troll chokes cold

And loses his gold

(And his life, for that matter

But he didn’t care much for the latter)

 

Sides of the Story

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