A Troll in a Hole

22 Nov

The Troll in a Hole

Bolf was a troll

Who lived in a hole,

Doing nothing at all,

Or so I am told,


One day while alone,

In his dank little home,

A stick falling into the hole,

Struck his troll dome.


Grabbing hold of the stick,

Bolf made ready to hit,

The culprit, the thick,

Who played the cruel trick,


But on gazing outside,

His dank little hide,

Bolf saw no one in sight,

With his beady troll eyes.


Then he saw the fine day,

Not damp and all grey,

Like his hole in the clay,

That he thought was okay.


Climbing out of his hole,

Bolf fell in love with it all,

The beautiful world,

God’s gift to us all.



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