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Down in the Troldrums
I trundled cloddish as a Troll
That floundered over hill and vale,
When all at once I saw a knoll
and on that bump there stood a pail.
Over there yonder by itself
Not even balanced on a shelf.
.
As I approached the lonesome bucket
It rattled in a mournful tone,
But having feet my size, oh fuck it
I dislodged a rock with my toe bone.
Down it clattered, clanged and crashed
And all within it splished and splashed.
.
I groaned frustrated, fraught and clumsy
At what I'd done with my big feet
And blamed ancestors (Pa and Mumsy)
I never would be lithe and fleet.
Away it sped to distant parts,
Careering, splishing, squelch and farts.
.
Now I wander lack of lustre
Far and wide I seek my goal.
Investigating with my duster
Cleaning messes from each bowl.
Still I've never found my vessel
Not on knoll, or hill, or trestle.
That floundered over hill and vale,
When all at once I saw a knoll
and on that bump there stood a pail.
Over there yonder by itself
Not even balanced on a shelf.
.
As I approached the lonesome bucket
It rattled in a mournful tone,
But having feet my size, oh fuck it
I dislodged a rock with my toe bone.
Down it clattered, clanged and crashed
And all within it splished and splashed.
.
I groaned frustrated, fraught and clumsy
At what I'd done with my big feet
And blamed ancestors (Pa and Mumsy)
I never would be lithe and fleet.
Away it sped to distant parts,
Careering, splishing, squelch and farts.
.
Now I wander lack of lustre
Far and wide I seek my goal.
Investigating with my duster
Cleaning messes from each bowl.
Still I've never found my vessel
Not on knoll, or hill, or trestle.
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