Payback

Don't ask

She can scratch with her long, boney fingers,

she can linger unwelcome outside.

She can freeze in the frost of harsh winter,

not a tear will I shed from my eyes.

While I sit by the logs of my fire

with a glass of the finest red wine,

I will scoff at the threats that she proffers

and consign her to hell with all swine.

Reviews

[Lorry]

The opening lines lead me to the harshness of winter, but with the title, I am going for either a frienf who really wasn't, or a T word. (shh! Take those heels off when crossing bridges, for fear of them waling) :)
I remember a much simpler time, when trolls were nothing more than grinning, fuzzy-headed pencil jewellery. Who knew those little tykes would grow up into complete arseholes? :)
Just you enjoy that wine and know that hers will taste of tears and bitter regret.

[Chris Shaw]

Ah Lorry, can you remember three billy goats gruff too, trying to cross the bridge and that troll de ol, hiding underneath it. Well they still exist, but fortunately this little story is an old one. I found this little bit of revenge in the archives and thought, did you really write that? I sort of liked it's kick in the teeth, so thought I might give it an airing.

Have a great week-end.
Chris

[Lorry]

Remember it? My house was at the other side of s bridge from school. And I went home for lunch, so four times a day I held my breath and ran like the bionic man across it. I swear we must have been read it once a week...probably becaise it was the one thing that shut us up :)

[Chris Shaw]

I still think of the troll when I cross bridges sometimes. You know some of those stories, especially Grimms fairy tales should have been x rated. The Red Shoes gave me nightmares. If I stopped dancing while wearing them, the axe man would cut my feet off (lol) It'a a wonder any of us grew up normal :) .

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Remind me never to cross you, troll you or otherwise 'piss you off Chris!
A brutal slaughter in verse. I had a terrible experience on WC with a couple of trolls but one in particular who I think is still around and appears to have carte blanche to troll at will. David Demmers is is real name.
He cloned my page and wrecked terrible havoc. Only way to know it is not me is to hover over my name and if at the bottom left of the screen my on-line tag is not 'passion8' it ain't me lol!

[Chris Shaw]

Yes it is quite brutal John. However in this instance it was deserved as I was defending myself. Relates to another poetry site. I don't know much about the history here as I've been posting for nine months only. Trolling is horrible though. Thank you for checking this one out.

Chris

[Dave]

Chris - you have me curious as to what or who this is. I am torn between an unwanted cat, but then again I don't think you would do that to any animal. After that, I'm drawn to the harsh icy throes of winter. In any case I'd appreciate a nice glass of fine red wine. To paraphrase Omar Kyam "a loaf or bread, a jug of wine and thou."
Take care - and by the way please let me know- who or what? - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave. I'll let you into a little secret. This is an old poem from the archives and it is about a troll who happened to be a woman on another site. Many of my poems were lost forever, because she reported them and they were removed. Seconded by another of her own avatars :) Thank you so much for reviewing. I adore animals by the way :) You are welcome to join me by the fire with a glass of red my friend.

Chris

[Dave]

Thanks - but I must insist that Millie must join us.

Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

If that's your little dog, what a delight.