Hungry OgreA Poem by Judy PoncebySilliness...
Previous Version This is a previous version of Hungry Ogre. An ogre sat out to have a
feast one day. Dreaming of all the creatures he would slay. He'd have bowls full of trolls. And fairies buttered on warm rolls. He'd eat hairy mountain goat coats And fattened up ducklings full of their oats. He'd chomp on legs of forest elves And pickled gnomes feet from his shelves. This fearsome young ogre planned quite well, Except for that one troublesome oyster shell. It landed quite wrong deep in his gullet. And never more was heard from Ogre Trullet. © 2011 Judy PoncebyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 1, 2011 Last Updated on June 1, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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