Made he many a troll feel sorrier,

Hours spent daily at his quest; the warrior

Spent many hours perfecting his skill,

Proud was he at inflicting many a kill,

Adept he was with his stroke,

Nobody took him for a mere joke.

One day he met a troll from Norway,

Who claimed to have defeated the son of Galloway,

Said he bashed him in with his mighty club

Of companions at the nearby pub,

The two clashed in a mighty duel,

Anger, vitriol and hate was their fuel,

Insults were hurled aplenty before the fight,

Every bystander ran away with sheer fright;

Long and bloody was this contest,

Without any respite, relief or rest,

When suddenly, the troll fled the bout,

As his phone’s battery had run out!

The victor once again was the mighty keyboard warrior,

Yet another troll felt all the sorrier,

Because who needs shields and broadswords,

When you have the internet, comment threads and swear words?

 

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