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The Lonely Elf (Terrible Poetry)

November 15, 2019

I snoozed and I losed. Such is the fate of snoozers. The deadline for this week’s Terrible Poetry Contest over where Chelsea hangs out was a couple of hours ago but I’ll leave mine here because while one might be too late to enter the contest, it is never too late to share terrible poetry.

The Lonely Elf

There was an elf
who lived by himself
he whittled wood toys that he set on a shelf.

One night he thought:
“These toys can’t be bought
so I’ll give them to those who have naught.”

So one cloudy day
he gave them away
went back home and read E. Hemingway

While still all alone
his gloom it had flown
so he moved out to Sierra Leone.

There he lived on an isthmus
and he waited for Christmas
so he could help Santa with the gift-giving business.

 

2 Comments leave one →
  1. November 15, 2019 12:23 pm

    Sorry, you fail! This was really good poetry, NOT terrible. 😉

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  2. November 15, 2019 9:37 pm

    I agree with Liz. And, always better late than never!!

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