Once upon a time there was an ogre named Steve.

He liked to eat all types of humans for tea.

But recently his tummy was feeling icky.

After eating princesses he became awfully sickly.

So ….. he decided not to eat them.

Instead, he thought, he may try a baker.

But there was too much gluten in the sourdough maker.

“That must be it he thought”

Because his farts were putrid and his stomach distraught.

Then he mused “Maybe I won't eat humans”.

So he ate a cow.

His stomach’s much worse now.

Allergic to dairy?

Steve thought this to be rather scary.

Adult’s, It must be adults, Steve exclaimed.

So he munched on some plumptious looking kids.

Chased them down as they waddled and hid.

But the pain, it did not subside.

In fact it got worse and he started to cry.

Then the whole village, which Steve had eaten a large proportion of, came to have a word.

“We hear your having problems with your large ogre belly”

“Your eating all our nice people and a questionable lady called shelly”

“So might we suggest you eat some of our naughty ones”

“Maybe it will be kinder on your gigantic bulbus tum”

Long story short, he ate a man who stole people's puppies,

his stomach felt loads better and then all the naughty people in the village,

from there on in, were fed to the ogre.

The End.