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a penance poem
Oh, them elves
by LIJ Red
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In darker times, the tales were told
of mean wee things that haunt the night
they stalk and peer from dank and cold
and human pain brings them delight.
Then thick old Nick with reindeer whip
flushed out the creepy little ghouls
he chained them for a long cold trip
put them to work in shops with tools.
But sly as chicken-chompin' foxes,
them imps from Hell devised a plan
they made them things they call X boxes
and so they got revenge on man.
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Author Notes
A talented novelist reviewer suggested I do penance for writing the worst Xmas poem yet, something about elves providing Santa with X boxes....so here's Red's Hail Marys...
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