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A Poem by Heather Clayton

A troll, you know,

lives under your bed.

He will never show

his ugly little head.

But he will take

a pillowcase

before you wake;

all in hast.

He picks up

tree branch sticks

that's all he hopes

and avoids the nicks.

He's wicked and pure

nothing short of brats

for he is sure:

that's mines, take that!

© 2013 Heather Clayton

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Added on January 28, 2013
Last Updated on January 28, 2013
Tags: troll, pillowcase


Heather Clayton
Heather Clayton

Spring, TX

Hello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..