The Spider and the Troll

In my garden is a troll. On my troll is a spider.
When the spider tries to bite, he finds that the troll is a fighter.

The troll starts to wiggle squirm and the spider can barely keep hold.
Then the spider tries to run, tickling the troll more, as the story is told.

The troll frantically scratches along the spider's trail of flight.
The spider has forgotten all about the one bite.

At stopping the itch, the troll did not succeed.
He still has to scratch, even though the spider has been freed.

Under the sprinkler he runs, soaking his clothes to the skin.
Oh now what a sight to see! Can you imagine?

For, wet trolls are not ugly underneath, they are instead very cute!
The water washes away all of the make-up onto their suit.

My kid sister found the poor troll, and dressed him as a girl.
Then made him play ‘tea party’ and dance in a twirl.

The spider started to laugh with glee at the sight of the troll.
It seems he did not need to bite him to accomplish his goal.

The poor troll was as embarrassed as can be.
For an entire week he hid inside his tree.