In an arena, plain and wide,
Lived Kalligar, with steps that glide.
Eight feet tall, in purple hue,
A fussy giant, through and through.
Donuts sweet, his chosen fare,
Only after pizza's savory affair.
When folks intrude, his temper flares,
He stomps, he spins, he hardly cares.
But then one day, to his surprise,
Five elins came, with sparkling eyes.
These fairies cute, with mischief's grin,
Invaded his home, much to his chagrin.
In just ten minutes, fuse blown through,
Kalligar didn't know what to do.
He pushed, he kicked, with might and main,
Sending them off, like moon-bound train.
Yet in his heart, a change did stir,
Amidst the chaos, the feather and fur.
For even giants, in rage and dance,
Find whimsy in a second chance.
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