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Troll Aid

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It's Christmastime
There's a need to be afraid
At Christmastime, our Troll-spears all have nice sharp blades,
And in our world of pastry we can spread a smile of joy
Throw a fishbone at a Troll this Christmastime

But say a prayer

Pray if you're the Trollish ones
At Christmastime it's very easy to have some fun
There's a troll inside the Bakery,
And it's full of dread and fear
When the click of Bubba's 12-guage is the only sound you hear,
And the clink of Baker's sword blades are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you

And there won't be buns for nasty Trolls this Christmastime
The greatest gift we'll let them have is life
(Oooh) Where no thought ever grows
No good ideas flow
Do they know what Halfbaking is at all?

(Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone
(Here's to them) let's spit roast another one
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

Burn the Troll
Burn the Troll

Burn the Troll

Let them know it's Christmastime again

Burn the Troll
Let them know it's Christmastime again

8th of 7, Dec 24 2007

An interuption by an unwelcome visitor. http://www.luminari...donne/sunrising.htm
[4whom, Dec 31 2007]


       The Troll Rising ~ UR Donne

       BUSY old fool, unruly Troll,
Why dost thou thus,
Through posts, and through anno's, pull on us ?
Must to thy minnions thinkers' seasons run ?
Saucy peripatetic ponse, confide in
"great" school-leavers and sour prentices,
Go tell pseudo-friends, "There is a free ride!",
Call commandants to your orifice ;
Buns, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

       Thy streams, so irrelevent and long
Why shouldst thou think ?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a think,

       She's all states, and all princes I ;
Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All honour's mimic, all alchemy, wealth.
Thou, Troll, art half as happy as we,
4whom, Dec 24 2007

       John Donne, The Sun Rising.
Disturbing the otherwise peaceful situation in which kindred spirits would find themselves. Thought it apt.
4whom, Dec 31 2007


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