Central park Nevuary. 3rd.
There's a noise like I never heard.
Humming and grunting.
Guess Ill go hunting.
trolling they call it.
Candy.apples are bait they tell me .
Lucky I'm stocked up with the caramel kind..
Why? Don't have a clue.
Creeping on my belly to the clearing ahead.
Therel"s a huge checkered table cloth . Checkered I said
Sir. Are there more white squares or more red type squares sir.
Trolls sit cross legged in front of a candy apple pile.
Stuffing their faces a minute a mile.
Trolls are a fiction or that is the tale.
These trolls wash down apples with hot ginger ale
I wish I would stop dreaming this dream.every time
I eat mango ice cream.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
Central park Nevuary. 3rd.
There's a noise like I never heard.
Humming and grunting.
Guess Ill go hunting.
trolling they call it.
Candy.apples are bait they tell me .
Lucky I'm stocked up with the caramel kind..
Why? Don't have a clue.
Creeping on my belly to the clearing ahead.
Therel"s a huge checkered table cloth . Checkered I said
Sir. Are there more white squares or more red type squares sir.
Trolls sit cross legged in front of a candy apple pile.
Stuffing their faces a minute a mile.
Trolls are a fiction or that is the tale.
These trolls wash down apples with hot ginger ale
I wish I would stop dreaming this dream.every time
I eat mango ice cream.
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