The Death of Jefu the Village Troll

Jefu was a peculiar fellow with no intentions of ever disturbing of a soul,
And one day on such a rare occasion he came our upon his stone,
A troll amongst the orcish leaders of the nomish Netherlands of this south delta,
He raised his voice in a low croak as to summon up a spell from the boils of the alpha,
He saw then the fair maiden and puffed out the chest and said,
With a gravely voice that would turn the hide of satan himself:

"Now would you lookie upon over there in the far distance?
Never have Iain my sapped eyes upon the beauty of such a fair felt maiden,
And never would I ever decide to have an amount of gibberish to give out for an instant,
As a far fetched way to state out what a weep it brings to my eyes a' fadin."

And he pointed out with a wrinkly sausage of a finger in an attempts to grab the attention of his beseechers,
And as they raised head to look upon what the old rat had to say to his seekers,
The reasonable levels of life and failure washed down as a glass of warm milk in the cats throat,
And how the souls of the hungry wash out the true life and exceed to raise up their moat,
And with a second croak the bastardous fool raised up loud and clear to all,
Knowing soon would be this  time to raise up and praise for the final love that leads his fall,
In a far nasal voice of the urban society that niggletizes the followers of it's belief:

"And with this befallment I state into you with the raisings of the blasphemish toad,
To explain what stories become unto I for the callings of my heart to my brain,
And as my scrotum wines to take the burden of glaring about at this bearing load,
Tonight I will leave you about your own squeals on to carry as I go not in vain."

And so he hopped from his musky rock that he stood upon as some soap box,
And left apart his came of glory in a shame at the beauty to his basility of the fair fox,
But along on his journey toward the pissant wasteland to seek out as his new home for fine livings,
He tripped upon the slick object in the road to his soul and lost his balance down the banana peeling,
No one knew nor cared to help this trollish figure up as he payed there to go on and die.