Troll Poem by Sengiyumva Thiery

I hop I talk I rhyme just like a troll, catch me and I'll give you a wish after all
your head must be very thick
if you think I'll fall from one tick
you'll be a winner
if you have a troll for dinner
I hop my way east
catch me and it won't be long before you feast
no no what's this you'll telling me
you rather be my enemy
I hope I didn't scare you by acting so ferocious
for give me, my manners are so trochees
you must pay
for what you did that faithful day
your sweet revenge have been soured
I will not be devoured
I'll bind your legs so you'll halt
than I'll pinch you with a bag of salt
curse me alone
how have I never known
that salt will turn a troll into a stone