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Saturday, May 09, 2020

Tales of Troll Bridge

The bridge is stretched
of substance sound
and views abound
on either side.

It doesn’t matter
what’s beneath.
Clip-clop hard hooves
across, and ride!

That low down troll
can’t get your goat
unless you’ve brought
such offering.
If you’ve a goat
that’s vulnerable,
perhaps best stay
at home, and pet
that thing.

Goats are sprightly,
jumpy kids! Their human
-sounding bleat is weird!
A baby goat’s adorable -
But grow up, please. Your fool
groan goat is not a thing
you need to fear.

Your goat is big,
and gruff and stuff
CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP
- hard cloven hooves
on solid planks, with
firm, plain stamp
say quite enough.

And on we move.

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