The Troll

The troll appeared at first a normal man,
Short and fat, and a jolly lamb!
But alas, when the sun sunk deep,
His warts and green skin began to peep
from out under his false face disguised ,
and I am honestly truly quite surprised.

Waving above his head a stack of papers
and a truncheon,
He was perhaps on his way to an English luncheon.

Sipping tea quietly, the troll hides himself,
amongst us normal humans, despite ourselves-
who would tear him to pieces if we knew,
or he would, and bite and tear and on us, chew.

The troll had a rotund belly, and a blondish beard
which sat tragically on a weak chin,
Defeated in his subjugation to his prey,
The troll lashes out, rages, beats and disintegrates
any form of disagreement,
his dreams crushed now he crushes.

Poor,  poor, old troll,
he never was on a roll,
that angry jolly old troll.