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A Troll in a Hole

The Troll in a Hole

Bolf was a troll

Who lived in a hole,

Doing nothing at all,

Or so I am told,

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One day while alone,

In his dank little home,

A stick falling into the hole,

Struck his troll dome.

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Grabbing hold of the stick,

Bolf made ready to hit,

The culprit, the thick,

Who played the cruel trick,

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But on gazing outside,

His dank little hide,

Bolf saw no one in sight,

With his beady troll eyes.

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Then he saw the fine day,

Not damp and all grey,

Like his hole in the clay,

That he thought was okay.

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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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I am dog (with a small g)

 

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Stone The Crows

Stone The Crows

 

Stone the crows.

What can you mean?

I said stone the crows.

You are awful mean,

To think you could hurt such wonderful birds,

I say stone you too, you are so absurd.

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Stone the crows.

Not YOU again.

Stone the crows.

You are not my friend,

That you could maim such marvellous things,

I say stone you too, you horrible thing!

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Stone the crows,

It’s a figure of speech!

Stone the crows?

It’s how I speak,

It means, Well I never,

I won’t harm the birds.

Stone the crows are such wonderful words.

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Stories for children and young at heart adults

by The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH!

 
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Posted by on October 14, 2013 in poems, The Crazymad Writer

 

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Conkers Bonkers

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Conkers is a pastime,

That we remember every year,

When September comes we search about,

To find these gems, so rare.

And when we’ve collected bagfuls,

Enough for you and me,

We rush them home to sort and grade,

Into classes one to three.

The first we use immediately,

To try our luck at play,

The second, we treat, cure and bake,

Into champions, I do say.

The third we leave for a whole year long,

Lodged in the chimney flue,

Until their day of glory comes,

I’ll make do with grades one and two.

 

 
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Posted by on October 13, 2013 in Stories for children

 

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