The Troll - Tony Gardner

Deep there in the darkness underneath the bridge
Sits a scary fella, hungry for a meal
And if you don't tip-toe circumspect across
He may hear and grab you tightly by the heel
If he thinks you're tasty, he'll eat you with his bread
If he thinks you're pretty he'll take you to his bed

Underneath the dark bridge hides the scary Troll
Just waiting for his meal to come along
So tip-toe as you pass him, across his scary bridge
And never, Never, NEVER sing a song
If he catches you, he’ll eat you, with salad for his Tea
If he likes you he will cage you where none will ever see.

Tony Gardner

Burning Questions - Edgar Allan Poet

I am a maid, Your Worships, please:
not wicked, me, I meant no harm.
I beg you now, upon my knees
to please desist, it hurts my arm.
You are strong men while I am weak.
Undo the rope and let me speak.

Last Friday night, I heard a cry:
it was my friend: her name you know.
She is the witch, not I, not I.
We went, by moonlight, to and fro.
She bade me cast aside my frock
to frolic on the Catioroc

and though we danced without our clothes,
I did not meet the Devil there.
From that bleak hill no fiend arose
to ravish me or kiss my hair.
Please, not the fire! Here are the names!
Sweet neighbours, do not fan those flames.

Edgar Allan Poet