The Pixie and the Troll

Once Upon a Rainbow Bridge
A Gnarled Troll stood Dumber
A Club in hand to Smash the Midge
Intruding on his Slumber

The Midge a Tiny Pixie boy
Of height and stature lacking
And from the monster's wooden toy
Would not Survive a Smacking

"Eat this shroom!" the Pixie cried
Off'ring a tasty fungus
"The taste is Good, both baked and fried,
A Specialty Among us!"

The troll the tiny Fungus took
And popped it in his maw
It tasted Foul, like nasty gook
And fungled up his Jaw

"OH YUM" the hairy troll replied
The pain he found quite tasty
So then the tiny man he eyed
With thoughts of Pixie Pastie

But magic strong and puissant too
Inhabited the mushroom
Melted The Troll to Ugly Goo
A smelly but deserved Doom.

So 'cross the bridge the Pixie strode
Stepping not in the Goo
To wife and child, and pie la mode
Be this a lesson to you.

Never eat the tasty Shroom
In bread nor oil nor bowl
Unless 'tis safe, 'twill be your doom
Just like the Ugly Troll.