The Tragic Tale of Terrence Troll

 The Tragic Tale of Terrence Troll

(Who Mocked the Web and Lost His Soul)

Young Terrence Troll, a spiteful brute,
Would mock and jeer in harsh dispute.
He'd type out taunts with poisoned glee,
Then sit and giggle wickedly.

He wasn't brave, he wasn't smart—
Just venom wrapped in pixel art.
He'd strike at folks he'd never met,
And call it fun upon the Net.

"Your poem's trash!" he'd blurt to Jane,
(Though spelling errors filled his bane.)
To Marcus, he would smugly write,
"You're wrong. You're dumb. Now cry. Good night."

He'd haunt the forums late and long,
Pretending might made baseless strong.
And when folks tried to talk things through,
He'd simply post: "Your mom is too."

His mother begged him, "Please, be kind—
You're rotting out your very mind!"
But Terrence sneered and rolled his eyes:
"She's triggered by a few hard tries."

And thus he trolled for many moons,
Oblivious to coming dooms.
Until one day, with eyes blood-red,
He slumped across his keyboard... dead.

The doctors gasped. "It's plain," they said,
"His brain was starved. His heart misled.
His soul, it seems, was worn quite thin—
There's nothing but hot takes within."

They buried him with no great fuss—
A Wi-Fi wreath, a broken bus.
His tombstone read in Comic Sans:
"Here lies a troll with no real plans."

So children, learn from Terrence T.—
The Net's no place for cruelty.
If you must post, then post with care,
And think before you flame or swear.

For trolls, like Terrence, always find
They lose the thing they thought was mind.