Rumplestiltskin's Killer 📖Poetry💻Contest - Round 13 Traveler

Down the dusty trail he goes
With a jaunty jig and a pocket o' figs
Down the trail he blows

A dreadful mountain appears
A snort and a laugh, he wields his mighty staff
A man who has no fears

He'll march a thousand leagues
Wrestle a moose, then slip the noose
A man without fatigue

Stranded now in an endless sandy plain
One of a kind, with murder on his mind
A man who feels no pain

Town ahead as manic grin spreads
a madman feasts tonight

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My entry for this weeks @rumplestiltskins's killer poetry contest round, which can be found here! https://steemit.com/killerpoetry/@rumplestiltskin/rumplestiltskin-s-killer-poetry-contest-round-13
Inspired by some random song that I will never find again.

-TheMadRunnah
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