There was a troll beneath the bridge today.
I lept forth, the troll to slay.
Troll said.
"Wait! It is not you I mean to eat.
For you are bitter and angry
a lump of rotten meat.
I wait for something innocent,
plump and sweet."

So I let Troll be for another day.
But should he come out from that bridge.
And amble across my way.
By the hammer of Thor. That Troll I'll slay.
I won't let him live to glut on the flesh
of the innocent maid.

But just for today I think Ill wait.
My dinner is made
and awaits on my plate.
And my shields a bit dented.
It needs new paint.