The Wishing Well

There is a well

In the middle of town

Where no one ever can look down

It’s guarded by tall men

So you can’t see past them

But every day there’s a time

Where people can throw in a dime

So I waited till the guards were off patrol

And looked down to see a wishing troll

He climbed up the stone and watery wall

And to my surprise he didn’t fall

I held out my hand

Which was grabbed right away

Then I lifted that old wishing troll

Up into the light

He looked me up and down

And I at him

I never thought a troll could be so thin

He was small and furry

Said his name was Murry

Murry gave a sigh and said

I could really go for curry

I saw his hands

were chained to the well

He told me he was bound

By a wishing spell

You helped me up

From that old well

It seems to me, you are quite swell

So wishes I will give you three

Just think of some

And take a knee

So I took a knee

And sat in thought

Of what for me could be brought

I wish for gold

That will not mold

That isn’t fake

That I can hold

So Murray snapped his fingers

And there appeared a bowl

That to the brim

Was full of gold

This thing you’ve done

Has brought me glee

Now Murry my friend

I’ll set you free

With a snap his bonds were broke

He jumped for joy

Like a little boy

And gave me a hug

Before he spoke

If you need a friend

Or someone to talk to

I will be there

I’ve got you

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson