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Troll Named John
There is a Troll that nobody knows
-only the Princess Sarah Star -
who Troll protects so.
The Troll's first name is really John
who fights Razel ice dragons all night long—
Even when he's tired he still sings a funny song.
This funny song makes Razel ice dragons go back to sleep-
Troll has to make sure Princess Sarah Star is safe as sheep.
Protecting the Princess Sarah Star
from Razel ice dragon's ice fire—
Troll has abundant energy he never does tire.
Troll eats a lot of green mystical flowers—
they give him very magical powers.
The funny Troll must toll and fight—
Razel ice dragon can't stand the smell
of Troll's bad breathe late at night.
Troll also makes a funny sound-
that brings Razel ice dragons to the ground.
It's a loud roar that he does from his
gigantic creaky brown bridge door…
The door opens and funny Troll comes out—
he starts to bang around, stamping with a shout.
Princess Sarah Star hears this high up on her balcony—
then a fight that starts near the Ferronian trees.
Luckily funny Troll has power in that domain
he has traps that make Razel ice dragons go insane.
Now Princess Sarah Star can sleep soundly at last—
for funny Troll has made sure Razel ice dragons
are melted without a freezing chance!
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Troll Named John
There is a Troll that nobody knows
-only the Princess Sarah Star -
who Troll protects so.
The Troll's first name is really John
who fights Razel ice dragons all night long—
Even when he's tired he still sings a funny song.
This funny song makes Razel ice dragons go back to sleep-
Troll has to make sure Princess Sarah Star is safe as sheep.
Protecting the Princess Sarah Star
from Razel ice dragon's ice fire—
Troll has abundant energy he never does tire.
Troll eats a lot of green mystical flowers—
they give him very magical powers.
The funny Troll must toll and fight—
Razel ice dragon can't stand the smell
of Troll's bad breathe late at night.
Troll also makes a funny sound-
that brings Razel ice dragons to the ground.
It's a loud roar that he does from his
gigantic creaky brown bridge door…
The door opens and funny Troll comes out—
he starts to bang around, stamping with a shout.
Princess Sarah Star hears this high up on her balcony—
then a fight that starts near the Ferronian trees.
Luckily funny Troll has power in that domain
he has traps that make Razel ice dragons go insane.
Now Princess Sarah Star can sleep soundly at last—
for funny Troll has made sure Razel ice dragons
are melted without a freezing chance!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 21,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Vines Collide
Looking out my castle window and what do I see,
bright green vines growing up a tree.
Vines are now climbing up my screens,
they form a web to protect me.
From the Troll that lurks outside,
He lives under a bridge is where he does resides.
Now Troll was forbidden to enter the castle once again,
He did not keep his word so he lost his princess friend,
Princess Melodie who does stay inside,
looking out her window where all vines collide,
Collide into each other so they will hide,
the princess’s magic castle where you will find.
Find all sorts of magic books that she has written,
Troll wants to be in one, for he is smitten.
Yes, troll you will know,
that soon it will be sold,
the Story of how the vines did grow,
to keep you out with your Big Stubby toe.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Bridge Curly Whirly
Across the bridge curly whirly
Bowled the troll hurly burly
In search of the 58 bus
Anyone knows it comes not early
So the beast just grew more surly
And created a tumultuous fuss.
He shouted and ranted
As the wind turned swirly
He'd jump off and flatten them all
''I'll show this town! '' he screamed
To a passer- by named Shirley
They could hear his booming on the market stall.
So he stood on tip-toe
As a crowd gathered below
But was disheartened as night began to fall
A troll's promise he doth keep
His massive frame steeled for the leap
But wondered would the 58 show at all.
As cold as his mum's fridge
On that curly whirly bridge
Stood the troll- like some giant garden gnome
And like the rest of us
Though he'd spit and though he'd cuss
In the end he gave a sigh
And just went home.
poem by Kevin East
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Telling The Truth
Telling of Truths
A brown horse galloped across a snowy field at the end
of the pasture a fence, it jumped over and continued its
crazy gallop into the woods only came to a shuddering
halt when it saw a moose. Steaming nostrils, the moose
charged, horse fled deeper into the woods. Where it met
a forest troll who took it into his cave and gave the horse
a bucket of hot chocolate to drink. Since the snow deep
and tiring to sink into when walking, the troll also fitted
the horse with snow shoes; also, the troll had no need of
a horse led it back to its field. When the farmer came to
fetch his horse and saw the snowshoes, he had a nervous
breakdown and sent away to an asylum, where doctors
tried to convince him it was all in his mind. But the farmer
would have none of it. So he is still there and they will not
release him until he agrees with them that a horse wears
iron shoes and not snowshoes.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Often a troll-woman is under fair skin, and virtue under dark hair.
There Once Was A Skunk
There once was a skunk that didn't eat meat
he was a vegetarian that didn't want his teeth
to reek.
Only they did with an onion smell
he had a bad taste that everyone could tell.
Except Sarah Star the princess with red hair
she could not smell his stinky smell in the air.
For Skunky put on his 'Secret Dare' cologne
he did this in the comfort of his skunky home.
Every night before Skunky goes to bed
he sprays a cologne all over his head.
The cologne is named 'Secret Dare'
in which gives Skunky an evil streak and flare.
Then Skunky gets his courage and goes
to Sarah's castle in the woods
this is where Skunky took Sarah's precious goods.
The goods that have the Secret's of the galaxy
Skunky hid them for no one to see.
Except John the Troll-
he will one day turn Skunky into a gnome
that way Troll can kick Skunky
out of Sarah Star's beautiful home.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 16,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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There Once Was A Skunk
There once was a skunk that didn't eat meat
he was a vegetarian that didn't want his teeth
to reek.
Only they did with an onion smell
he had a bad taste that everyone could tell.
Except Sarah Star the princess with red hair
she could not smell his stinky smell in the air.
For Skunky put on his 'Secret Dare' cologne
he did this in the comfort of his skunky home.
Every night before Skunky goes to bed
he sprays a cologne all over his head.
The cologne is named 'Secret Dare'
in which gives Skunky an evil streak and flare.
Then Skunky gets his courage and goes
to Sarah's castle in the woods
this is where Skunky took Sarah's precious goods.
The goods that have the Secret's of the galaxy
Skunky hid them for no one to see.
Except John the Troll-
he will one day turn Skunky into a gnome
that way Troll can kick Skunky
out of Sarah Star's beautiful home.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 16,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Kallundborg Church ( From The Tent on the Beach)
"Tie stille, barn min!
Imorgen kommer Fin,
Fa'er din,
Og gi'er dich Esbern Snares öine og hjerte at lege med!"
Zealand Rhyme.
"BUILD at Kallundborg by the sea
A church as stately as church may be,
And there shalt thou wed my daughter fair,"
Said the Lord of Nesvek to Esbern Snare.
And the Baron laughed. But Esbern said,
"Though I lose my soul, I will Helva wed!"
And off he strode, in his pride of will,
To the Troll who dwelt in Ulshoi hill.
"Build, O Troll, a church for me
At Kallundborg by the mighty sea;
Build it stately, and build it fair,
Build it quickly," said Esbern Snare.
But the sly Dwarf said, "No work is wrought
By Trolls of the Hills, O man, for naught.
What wilt thou give for thy church so fair?"
"Set thy own price," quoth Esbern Snare.
"When Kallundborg church is builded well,
Thou must the name of its builder tell,
Or thy heart and thy eyes must be my boon."
"Build," said Esbern, "and build it soon."
By night and by day the Troll wrought on;
He hewed the timbers, he piled the stone;
But day by day, as the walls rose fair,
Darker and sadder grew Esbern Snare.
He listened by night, he watched by day,
He sought and thought, but he dared not pray;
In vain he called on the Elle-maids shy,
And the Neck and the Nis gave no reply.
Of his evil bargain far and wide
A rumor ran through the country-side;
And Helva of Nesvek, young and fair,
Prayed for the soul of Esbern Snare.
And now the church was wellnigh done;
One pillar it lacked, and one alone;
And the grim Troll muttered, "Fool thou art!
To-morrow gives me thy eyes and heart!"
By Kallundborg in black despair,
Through wood and meadow, walked Esbern Snare,
Till, worn and weary, the strong man sank
Under the birches on Ulshoi bank.
At his last day's work he heard the Troll
Hammer and delve in the quarry's hole;
Before him the church stood large and fair:
"I have builded my tomb," said Esbern Snare.
And he closed his eyes the sight to hide,
When he heard a light step at his side:
"O Esbern Snare! a sweet voice said,
"Would I might die now in thy stead!"
With a grasp by love and by fear made strong,
He held her fast, and he held her long;
With the beating heart of a bird afeard,
She hid her face in his flame-red beard.
"O love!" he cried, "let me look to-day
In thine eyes ere mine are plucked away;
Let me hold thee close, let me feel thy heart
Ere mine by the Troll is torn apart!
"I sinned, O Helva, for love of thee!
Pray that the Lord Christ pardon me!"
But fast as she prayed, and faster still,
Hammered the Troll in Ulshoi hill.
He knew, as he wrought, that a loving heart
Was somehow baffling his evil art;
For more than spell of Elf or Troll
Is a maiden's prayer for her lover's soul.
And Esbern listened, and caught the sound
Of a Troll-wife singing underground:
"To-morrow comes Fine, father thine:
Lie still and hush thee, baby mine!
"Lie still, my darling! next sunrise
Thou'lt play with Esbern Snare's heart and eyes!"
"Ho! ho!" quoth Esbern, "is that your game?
Thanks to the Troll-wife, I know his name!"
The Troll he heard him, and hurried on
To Kallundborg church with the lacking stone.
"Too late, Gaffer Fine!" cried Esbern Snare;
And Troll and pillar vanished in air!
That night the harvesters heard the sound
Of a woman sobbing underground,
And the voice of the Hill-Troll loud with blame
Of the careless singer who told his name.
Of the Troll of the Church they sing the rune
By the Northern Sea in the harvest moon;
And the fishers of Zealand hear him still
Scolding his wife in Ulshoi hill.
And seaward over its groves of birch
Still looks the tower of Kallundborg church
Where, first at its altar, a wedded pair,
Stood Helva of Nesvek and Esbern Snare!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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from: Shoemaker's Holiday, Or The Gentle Craft
Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain,
Saint Hugh be our good speed ;
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain,
Nor helps good hearts in need.
Troll the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl,
And here, kind mate, to thee ;
Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul,
And down it merrily.
Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down,
Hey derry derry down-a-down,
Close with the tenor, boy ;
Ho ! well done, to me let come,
Ring compass, gentle joy.
Troll the bowl, the nut-brown bowl,
And here, kind, &c. (As often as there be men to drink.)
(At last, when all have drunk, this verse.)
Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain,
Saint Hugh be our good speed ;
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain,
Nor helps good hearts in need.
poem by Thomas Dekker
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Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need.
quote by Ben Jonson
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The Troll Hunter
Otto Jespersen, Hans Morten Hansen, Tomas Alf Larsen, Johanna Morck, Knut Nærum, Robert Stoltenberg, Glenn Erland Tosterud
by Andre Ovredal from The Troll Hunter (2010)
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A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.
quote by Arthur Conan Doyle
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Magic
Sandra's seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins' gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I've had to make myself.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Stereotypical.
Beauty and the BEAST,
Cinderella and the UGLY SISTERS,
Rapunzel and the WITCH,
Red Riding and the WOLF,
Goldilocks and the 3 BEARS,
Princess and RUMPLESTILTSKIN,
3 Goats and the TROLL,
Jack and the GIANT.
Good or BAD?
Pretty or UGLY?
I call it stereotypical.
poem by Charlotte Harris
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Theo
Dedicated to Theodora Onken
There once was a man from Angora
who had eyes on our sweet Theodora,
she said foreigners will
never fight to the kill.
He went back to the box of Pandora.
I have missed this peculiar soul,
she had left and abandoned her role.
When she stopped in for tea
it was easy to see
she was real and never a troll.
She has mentioned that what she prefers
is the limerick of his and of hers.
So I dedicate this
with a frontal bone kiss
which we can, if desired, rehearse.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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A shepherd may be a very able, trusty, and good shepherd, without a sweetheart - better, perhaps, than with one. But what is he without his dog?
quote by James Hogg
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Jolly Good Ale and Old
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I cannot eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care,
I am nothing a-cold;
I stuff my skin so full within
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I love no roast but a nutbrown toast,
And a crab laid in the fire;
A little bread shall do me stead,
Much bread I not desire.
No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow,
Can hurt me if I would,
I am so wrapt, and throughly lapt
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
And Tib my wife, that as her life
Loveth well good ale to seek,
Full oft drinks she, till ye may see
The tears run down her cheek.
Then doth she troll to me the bowl,
Even as a maltworm should;
And saith,"Sweetheart, I took my part
Of this jolly good ale and old."
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
Now let them drink, till they nod and wink,
Even as good fellows should do;
They shall not miss to have the bliss
Good ale doth bring men to.
And all poor souls that have scoured bowls,
Or have them lustily troll'd,
God save the lives of them and their wives,
Whether they be young or old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
poem by William Stevenson
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