This ode is for you,
Dear attention seeker,
Why dost thou plague those
Who seek to make the world sweeter?
With our rhymes and our stanzas
Our meter and verse
Why have you come here to make things much worse?
I ponder these things
In time I have free,
And I have come up with
just one possibility:
Troll, whomever you may be, O troll!
We are all convinced you haven't a soul.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC
This ode is for you,
Dear attention seeker,
Why dost thou plague those
Who seek to make the world sweeter?
With our rhymes and our stanzas
Our meter and verse
Why have you come here to make things much worse?
I ponder these things
In time I have free,
And I have come up with
just one possibility:
Troll, whomever you may be, O troll!
We are all convinced you haven't a soul.
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