Elephants and donkeys fighting it out in the trenches My blue coat stained with the entrails of orange trolls iv slain in fierce hand to hand combat fighting to keep us safe from the filthy madman with no soul
Here in our trench we bluecoats share a meal and laugh among ourselves strong hearts of brave men and women good people with a righteous cause we tell tales of our exploits slaying the never ending lies that spew from the despicable orange horde
A flash of light and explosion shatters the night as the enemy releases some photo-op or soundbite meant to destroy us we all laugh and shoot it full of holes such weak lies are easily destroyed
We are Hillary Clinton's army sent to do battle with the weak minded and insane orange trolls they fight in the name of evil they fight in the name of the orange beast
We will win there is no doubt in my heart i look around me proud comradeship bluecoats defending the world from the small minds of evil orange men fight on brothers and sisters fight on with Hillary leading us we will prevail
Once upon a time ago He wanted to be friends People saw him as a Troll That's not where the story ends
For he was so beautiful inside People only saw the outer skin His love for life, he did hide Hiding away from everything
One day, a little blind girl came his way Became his friend, she told him stories She visited the Troll every single day Told of heroes and their victory glories
But the villagers came looking to **** A friendly Troll who only loved life Chased him far over the hill With torches, clubs and a knife
But the little blind girl was in trouble A wall of rocks began to slide The Troll rescued her from the rubble Gave his life for her and he died
Now as the friendly Troll, he is remembered Never would he cause you any harm Forever, as a hero, he will be remembered The friendly Troll with beautiful charm
Those who maliciously destroy Reputations. They slime their way Over the Internet. Completely Lacking in courage, they go behind backs, Lashing out at their victims with Scurrilous versions of "the truth".
A zombie and a troll Squared off one fateful night All the ghouls and goblins watched Expecting quite a fight!
But much to their surprise The troll was quick dispatched! He was dumb, and so outdone He had met his match!
He WAS good at deception But now the zombie reigns! Altho he's in a fit of pique
The dead troll *had no BRAINS!!!
Zombies love to eat brains I guess.
Based on a poem written by Wolf Spirit about trolls being Zombies. He could actually be correct. Zombies are always searching for their BBRRAAAIIINNSS!!!
