I once met an ogre
that fell down a hill
complaining of sores
and bumps on his nose
he isn’t the swiftest of guys, I know...
However, I like him anyway.
He makes me smile when he calls me
“Wee lass” and we always share a laugh.
Treating him with kindness is fun,
he hates it and complains to everyone!
I think that perhaps his ogre days are done,
Just the other day, I saw him eating daises for lunch.
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