Trolls Talking Smack

Creeping trolls who love to mumble,
Talking smack in whispered jumble,
Maybe you should be more humble–
Bullies break from simple tumble.

Blaming others for your stumble?
It was you who made the fumble.
Don’t say I have caused your crumble;
I think you just like to grumble.

The Whisperers

They lurk inside the radio and speak in silent tones.
They hide inside the walls and whisper words to waken groans.
They haunt with intimations of a terror yet to come,
Repeating tired threnodies to beating of a drum.
Their words are often mumbled by the sounds of daily strife;
The whisperers have naught to do with aught of normal life.
Who are these whisperers you ask, the ones who haunt so well?
Are they avenging angels or dark denizens of hell?
I can’t say who these haunters are, whose sport is making groans;
I only know the whisperers delight to chill the bones.

The Taunting Troll

A troll was listening at my window when I woke from slumber.
It taunted me by whispering, “We know your every number.”
As I arose it taunted more, “We’re always watching you.
We think that you’re an animal who’s destined for the zoo.”

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