Memoirs of a Troll
Dear Reader now follows a tale of some woe
With an ending as sad as can be,
For I shall tell of a time long ago
When three vandals visited me.
I once owned a garden, split by a stream
Which I tended with nary a care
The flora was perfect the grass glossy green
And many fine creatures lived there
But one day I awoke to a terrible sound
Trip Trap, Trip Trap Trip it did go
I still struggle to tell, the horrors I found
My garden was gone, What a blow!
The three culprits I spied crossing the stream
Their eyes filled with cruel disregard
Straight for my veg went this hope crushing team,
You can see why to this day I am scarred.
Now here's where most stories will make me sound mean
But I say what you've read is all lies
I did not hurt them. Not me, that's obscene
Merely scared them, it took several tries
I tried shouting and sneaking, even dressed in a sheet
But these wretches were made of stern stuff
A more horrible three I hope never to meet
Than the fearsome Billy Goats Gruff.
They laughed as they chased me across my own land
My terror only fuelling their glee,
I ran and I ran till I could barely stand
Oh curse those bothersome three!
When at last they grew bored of their mischievous game
They tossed me straight into the brook
And long have I had to live with the shame
That my story has become a Kid's book!