A Walk in the Woods

I happened upon a poor maiden fair
at the edge of Wildflower Glen
seems the trolls have had their way
and relieved her of her skin

Blue bird song sings me along
beneath a brilliant blue sky
there in my path, squished rather flat
her suitor, missing his eyes

I meander along the springtime bloom
and stumble upon their steed
bones and brains and guts remain
missing though, most of the meat

Oh, what a journey and story to tell
when I finally reach my roost
where our troll family sits and gingerly sips
on young lover horse meat soup

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