He met an elf
Intent on self.
Taking her down
From the shelf
He did forsake the straight path
And with a bitter laugh
In self
Man and elf
Drowned.
He met an elf
Intent on self.
Taking her down
From the shelf
He did forsake the straight path
And with a bitter laugh
In self
Man and elf
Drowned.
Bit of a shame for the elf. Great verse, though!
Thanks Lucy! Kevin
Your poem reminded me of a long-ago memory that made me smile. When my daughter was young, she couldn’t say “s,” but she was very independent. She’d look up at me and say, “I do it my own elf.” It usually ended up with mom cleaning up a mess. 🙂
Many thanks for your comment. That is a lovely story and made me smile. All the best, Kevin