Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry


 Torvaldr's Ogre
AS XXXVII
7/18/02

Grumble! Crash! In grating
Growls the ogre rises.
From its lair stalks, flee with
Fear to reach the potion.
Brown and bitter are the
Beans, from high on mountain.
Steaming water steeps the
Savior, hope arises.

Laughing at myself for my dependence on coffee, and my
morning grumpiness.

 





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