Insanity Icing on the Nastycake - A poem about the work of Trolls

She bakes it with care making sure only the worst ingredients
are added to the mixture she stirs
seeking the right amount of venom
to poison her intended target.

Baking takes just a nudge
to bring the flames up quick
letting the batter threateningly rise up
and seek to splatter every soul
with its taint of evil.

Removing swiftly lest it fall
in under its own stupidity's weight
she makes a few last venomous posts
frosting it thick with Insanity's Icing
before erasing footsteps in vain.

But the flour of malice
and spices of hatred do betray
all who bake up such a Nastycake
as evidence of her efforts finds
the light of day somehow.

But still the crumbs left
on the serving platter turn stomachs
as the bile spewed out for havoc
fills the air with foul smells
that even deletion cannot mask.

Beware, oh taster of forums
readers of reviews and other texts
lest someone slip you a slice
of their Nastycake with Insanity Icing
infecting you with their hate.

(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)

Who says the Robins leave til spring

Folklore and science both tell lies
about the natural world around me
telling me things are always so
when my eyes relate something else
seen amid the branches and snows.
Yes indeed this is my question
Who says the Robins really leave
not to return until Spring's warmth
for just before burning Yule's Log
doing a bit of late yard work
two came down to eat bugs
stirred up by my hard labor
to become their breaking of fast.
If they are wrong about this,
then what other things they say
will smell of that cattle by-product
and force me to call them
on spewing out fertilizer when talking.

(12/26/2011 - Dyfedd Rex)