Good may have come from this thread after all.
I was inspired to dash out a ragged, heartfelt
pram poem that I call "An Ode to a Troll". If you pass it around please be sure to credit your old pal Drewprops, a permalink to the poem on my site:
http://www.drewprops.com/?p=195
An Ode to a Troll
by Drewprops
Trooplike, we ran.
To the teeth of the Troll.
Howling mad, teeth gnashing,
Danger! Danger! Troop beware!
Protect the young!
Savage, Rip, Tear, Blood, Blood,
Glorious Gore,
We rend and strip,
And still it mocks us,
Troll, Evil Troll,
You live beyond our savage instinct,
Drawing us ever toward madness.
Gone away,
not yet forgotten,
we howl,
and twist,
and bite ourselves.
Hooting, huffing,
the bloodlust must fade.
And the trophy on our wall
is but a faint hint of the
power that first called us
down from our tree.
The Troll is gone,
but he hath pwned our souls.