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The National Elf Service
Elves, it is said
Are very careful about everything
As they do not want to end up dead
They study ELF AND SAFETY whilst they sing
Elves also like to be prepared
Should they succumb to the unexepected
Like break a leg, or other scare
So they take out ELF INSURANCE, which is generally accepted
Those elves that don't insure
Yet worry about life's occasional impurity
Can seek out a physical or financial cure
At the DEPARTMENT OF ELF AND SOCIAL SECURITY
Many elves like to keep fit
Especially before the christmas hubbub
They regularly go to visit
The local ELF CLUB
Older elves of pensionable age
Are all very much aware
That for retirement, it is all the rage
To go to an OLD ELVES HOME, where they'll get good ELF CARE!
Are very careful about everything
As they do not want to end up dead
They study ELF AND SAFETY whilst they sing
Elves also like to be prepared
Should they succumb to the unexepected
Like break a leg, or other scare
So they take out ELF INSURANCE, which is generally accepted
Those elves that don't insure
Yet worry about life's occasional impurity
Can seek out a physical or financial cure
At the DEPARTMENT OF ELF AND SOCIAL SECURITY
Many elves like to keep fit
Especially before the christmas hubbub
They regularly go to visit
The local ELF CLUB
Older elves of pensionable age
Are all very much aware
That for retirement, it is all the rage
To go to an OLD ELVES HOME, where they'll get good ELF CARE!
Published 30th May 2020
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7th Jun 2020 12:37pm
This one is quite fun :)
Thanks are due to you
being brave enough to do that stuff
unseriously too!
Thanks are due to you
being brave enough to do that stuff
unseriously too!
Anonymous
- Edited 18th Nov 2021 8:45pm
19th Jun 2020 2:52pm
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21st Jun 2020 4:53pm
as do Pixies!
Night Of The Pixie Moon
i decided some deforestation was urgently needed, during the period of this Super Moon. And set about cutting through the wiry growth, and bramble, using my hand held shearing device. but i stopped suddenly, upon hearing what i thought were cries of despair, and anguish, and glancing downwards, i espied a small gathering of Pixies. who had set up their ramshackle abode, in their tiny little Dingly Dell located in my lady garden. upon examination, with use of a magnifying glass, that they had also created a well, with a small bucket hanging from a matchstick, and piece of hair, looking like it was about to be lowered into the Abyss. as one can imagine, i was slightly taken aback, and aghast by this, and tried to serve them an order of immediate eviction. but they claimed they had rights too, and pleaded towards my kind nature, and humanity, to give them time to relocate. i felt quite humbled and ashamed at my harsh reaction, and realised i had acted in haste, due largely to finding Pixies inhabiting, and cohabiting a part of my anatomy. and was quite impressed how well they'd improvised, and had survived, avoiding drowning during the 'rainy season!' anyway, the upshot of it is, is that they have promised to teach me to play the Lyre Harp i purchased last month (or was it the month before?). so tonight, we are to gather together, and after iv'e issued them with some ribbons, and silk to replace their somewhat bedraggled dresswear, we shall all quaff vast quantities of Mead. however i am a little concerned at the thought of drunken pixies running amok in my lady garden! but we only live once..... by Jemiad
Night Of The Pixie Moon
i decided some deforestation was urgently needed, during the period of this Super Moon. And set about cutting through the wiry growth, and bramble, using my hand held shearing device. but i stopped suddenly, upon hearing what i thought were cries of despair, and anguish, and glancing downwards, i espied a small gathering of Pixies. who had set up their ramshackle abode, in their tiny little Dingly Dell located in my lady garden. upon examination, with use of a magnifying glass, that they had also created a well, with a small bucket hanging from a matchstick, and piece of hair, looking like it was about to be lowered into the Abyss. as one can imagine, i was slightly taken aback, and aghast by this, and tried to serve them an order of immediate eviction. but they claimed they had rights too, and pleaded towards my kind nature, and humanity, to give them time to relocate. i felt quite humbled and ashamed at my harsh reaction, and realised i had acted in haste, due largely to finding Pixies inhabiting, and cohabiting a part of my anatomy. and was quite impressed how well they'd improvised, and had survived, avoiding drowning during the 'rainy season!' anyway, the upshot of it is, is that they have promised to teach me to play the Lyre Harp i purchased last month (or was it the month before?). so tonight, we are to gather together, and after iv'e issued them with some ribbons, and silk to replace their somewhat bedraggled dresswear, we shall all quaff vast quantities of Mead. however i am a little concerned at the thought of drunken pixies running amok in my lady garden! but we only live once..... by Jemiad
