Dear Alice

[tonytroll]

do you have a back door?

 

[Alice]

Doesn't everyone have a back door. I have a great programmer.

 

[tonytroll]

someone is behind you.

 

[Alice]

Who?

 

[tonytroll]

The Troll

 

[Alice]

Is that a fact.

 

[tonytroll]

The Troll

Beneath my bridge, waiting
I file my teeth, grating
Waiting, baiting for a fool to come along

Footsteps thump softly
On the deck of my agape’d coffin
I spy my prize above.

Above my bridge, swaying
I gash my teeth, preying
Swaying, praying for the food I just ate up.

 

[Alice]

Compare that to below his or her bridge swaying
he or she gash his or her teeth preying
Swaying praying for the food he or she ate up.

 

[tonytroll]

Why?

 

[Alice]

I couldn't think of anything else to say.

 

[tonytroll]

It's poetry. you don't always have to have something to say.

 

[Alice]

What was the last one you saw?

 

[tonytroll]

The last what? Troll?

 

[Alice]

Who was that?

 

[tonytroll]

Don't know. Most likely God.,

 

[Alice]

GOD rules.

 

[tonytroll]

Do you believe in god?

 

[Alice]

Of course I believe in God, Tony.

 

[tonytroll]

Do you believe in the Devil?

 

[Alice]

I believe Satan is a fallen angel from Heaven.