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
