The Poetry Troll
lives in a hole named: “Provocation”,
under a metaphorical bridge
over the River Torment,
where torrents of flowing fish
find their words viscerally baited
by the troll’s obnoxiously hooked lines.
Swim upstream, reach higher, higher
take our rhyme schemes out of reach,
where the troll’s thoughts can’t impeach
through integrity’s safely hidden brier.
There you will see the harmlessness of this poetry troll,
for s/he’s nothing other than a bore and so incredibly dull.