Old Troll Bolf was an ugly old Troll,
And an ugly old troll was he.
He called for his wife, An ugly old sight,
And he called for his children three.
Every child was an ugly young child,
And a n ugly young child was he.
There’s none so rare or can compare,
To Troll Bolf and his children, three.
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The Crazymad Writer 
Professor VJ Duke
November 20, 2013 at 11:10 pm
The professor must disagree regarding ugly; just not the case! Different is not necessarily ugly to him. Who wrote the creative poem?
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The Crazymad Writer
November 21, 2013 at 8:20 am
Hello, and thank you for the comment. It was I, me, and truly myself, who wrote this mad poem. Also, now this is really and truly the case, I am Mr crazymad, though with a small t. Have you read my poem ‘Giggle my Boots’? There are some of my own inventive new words, there in it.
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Professor VJ Duke
November 21, 2013 at 4:52 pm
Is that really your face, my man?
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The Crazymad Writer
November 21, 2013 at 5:24 pm
Well, perhaps on a bad day…or is it a good day that i am thinking about? Time flies so much when i am thinking of such things. I am feeling shaky all over because of it.
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Professor VJ Duke
November 22, 2013 at 12:23 am
Let’s call it a little bit of a professorish day.
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