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.
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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This neighborhood’s brimming with trolls.
They burrow and creep just like voles.
They’re assured of their right
Just because they have might–
If so mighty, why hide in your holes?
Continue reading “Harpy Queen”
The omnipresent trolls are always mumbling,
And wonder that at mumbling trolls I’m grumbling.
So many trolls–I’m sure that some are bumbling,
Although they take delight when I am stumbling.
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The Troll Queen woke me with her shrill,
“I’m up to here–I’ve had my fill!”
While dream still played on in my head
My heartbeat quickened, pulsed with dread.
Continue reading “The Troll Queen Wants My Dreams”
The trolls are always listening;
They whisper when I sleep.
They linger in the garden
And among the foliage creep.
Continue reading “Night Trolls”
They hide out in the parking lot in plateless brand-new cars
And listen to my merest whispers–have you got full bars?
They follow me in traffic like some lovesick brontosaur
And whisper unsweet nothings–that you talking, commissar?
Continue reading “The Trolls”