Situated atop my credenza
Was a troll with mild influenza
With cigar in his mouth he did grin
Thinking of just how to begin
With a dull and serrated knife
He threatened to shorten my life
He grinned and let out a cackle
And lunged at me for a tackle
I ducked to avoid the impact
For I didn’t know how else to act
His leap launched him over my head
Had he hit me I’d surely be dead
He slammed his head into the table
And weebled and wobbled, unstable
Such a racket emerged from his gob
That my poor eardrums began to throb
He screamed and stamped his feet
And threw his small blade in defeat
For his noggin I brought him some ice
He thought that was awfully nice
The troll and I soon became friends
But that’s not how this story ends
The troll now protects my house
From vermin like raccoon or mouse
I ought to feel so greatly blessed
To have such a protective guest
But, when friends come over to see me
The troll sometimes pretends to be me
Then threatens to stab or fillet
And scares all my company away
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