This piece was written for the weekly Unicorn Challenge to respond to a photo prompt.

They’re there, I swear, with their hare
and it’s moth-eaten hair
and it’s more than I can bear,
so bare-faced, it’s not really fair
to charge a fare, a troll toll.
I must complain to the Mayor
next time he rides by on his mare
paring the first of his pair of pears.
I’ve a mind to tear up their demands
to be paid by tare weight
but I know it will end in tears.
I have to pass to vend my wares,
because where’s the alternative?
It’s enough to make man ail
and to take a pint of ale
(but if I have two, I’ll pass out in the aisle)
especially now the price of sealing wax
has gone through the ceiling.
It’s enough to make me desert this idyll
and live in the desert instead;
Take a plane
and live on the plain.
Oh, had I the courage
to recruit some guerrillas
to stand up to these gorillas
and barbecue them on the griller.
Yea, is it not a Gordian knot,
not to mince words
sweetened with mints?
You may roll your eyes
but it is not my role
as a sole soul
to wring the necks
of this ring
and leave my family mourning
come the morning
and have my fair maid made a widow.
I must succumb to these blackguards
ere I become thin air,
for this band will ne’er be banned.
So I have to choose
and I chews my tongue
and pay the toll.
I like all your rhyming and word play. 🙂 Somehow you made it all make sense. Of course if I reread a 2nd time I might have second thoughts. 😉
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Indeed you might, Ladysighs. 🙂
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Haha! Clever write.
Somebody got up early!
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Thanks, Nancy. My sleeping patterns are as random and erratic as what I write. 🙂
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Same here! I’m used to it by now. 🙃
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eruditle* fun as we all have come to expect!
Not for nothin’ and totally unrelated: trolls, imo, were among the most frightening of creatures that parents, down through the ages, have employed to traumatize the young into being good citizens.
* not a ‘real’ word
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Thanks, clark. Can’t say there’s a lot of evidence that it worked. 😉
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It was always the child-gnawing witches that scared the bejesus out of me.
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My head’s spinning with all these rhymes and half-rhymes, this tumble of words. Are you sure that’s a troll under the bridge? Or is it a hypnotist-wizard?
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Ask not for whom the trolls bell. 🙂
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…cuz you wouldn’t LIKE me when I’m angry. Hulking out over here…😂
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Word fun par excellence!
I’m not sure about meaning- I just got carried along by the change and interchange of language and rhymes.
That’s meaning enough.
(Unlike Ladysighs, if I reread, I may discover I’ve missed a deep and meaningful truth…😉
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Many thanks, Jenne. Don’t look too deep; that way madness lies. 😉
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There’s so much going on in your cascade of words and images! Enormous fun!
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Thanks so much, Keith
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