Trolls Make Bowls

A Children's Poem

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There once lived a family of trolls 

Who were brilliant at making bowls. 

With glass, or wood, or even stone,

Making bowls was all they’d known.



Their bowls were the finest to ever be seen. 

Their bowls were flawless and always clean. 

Used by all, from servant to queen,

They came in all colors from gray to green. 



But the youngest troll, whose name was Blork, 

Struggled with his family's work.

Every time he made a bowl

It somehow always had a hole. 



“Oh don’t you fret” his dad had said, 

“Why don’t you try to make, instead,

 something useful with this flaw.”

And that’s when Blork designed the straw. 

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Read more of my children’s poetry:

Old & Able

A Plum For A Thumb

When you said Hoo

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This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.