Elf Chronicle 2019

June 5th 156/209

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Barbie was free as a bird in the sky

They all celebrated with warm apple pie

Some ate it with custard some ate it with cream

Elf ate it with turnips courgette and baked beans 

Troll had been quite clever

While everyone endeavoured

To rescue Barbie from the sheik

A small theft he did instigate

In the back of a truck

He purloined from a tent

Three wicker baskets

Troll did not repent 

Troll thought the baskets would be full of flars

Or maybe some jewels, pearls or gold bars

He drove them away till behind some palm trees

Where the others found him, admonished his greed 

'Come on, you share', Barbie boldly spoke out

'We'll help with the baskets and share out the loot'

Reckless Sam hollowed, 'there's three different sizes

Where shall we start, there's bound to be prizes'

Anna and Sykes pulled up in their boat

They'd rowed through the sand and it wasn't a hoot

The dessert they realised wasn't a beach

The ocean was 900 miles out of reach 

'Open the big one, let's see what's inside'

Lady R spoke as the lid she did prise

Bosun then rummaged while Sam held his legs

But all they could find was some washing and pegs 

The smallest basket was labelled have care

Reminded them of Goldilocks and the Bears

'This must be the one with the gold and the flars

Open it quickly and all will be ours'

Barny Bus popped off the lid in a twice

But there was a hiss like a hole in a pipe

Out of the basket a cobra did climb

Bearing its fangs as it moved serpentine 

Benny the goodman just didn't fret

He played a few notes on his black clarinet

Keeping the cobra charmed he was able

To tie it in knots like a bow in a cable 

Mabel cried out, 'there's one basket more

The medium one not the large or the small

I've got a feeling this one will be right

Please lift the lid for I know we must try it'

Up stepped Short Fred who gave lid a poke

Off shot the lid and up sprung a rope

Everyone oohed and ahhhd in surprise

As up through the clouds the rope climbed like a spire

Elf cried, 'come on, there's got to be treasure'

So all climbed the rope that was straight but not tethered

Up through the clouds to a land they inclined

They went to explore, blow bubbles and find

A mystical land where flars grow on trees?

A river of diamonds and pearl laden seas?

No, into a reader's head they did climb

It was really quite odd being in somebodies mind 

Then looking back down on the page they could see

That up in that head was where they should be

Odd though it was they soon realised 

This story was swilling in all their heads too

They knew from some delving the reader was clever

But all of them blushed when you thought of your pleasures

Elf said, 'Come on, we just cant stay here

We've broken the rules of the cosmos I fear'

So abseiling back to the land of the book

They agreed you were odd but well worth a look

'It was wizzo and wonderful up in your mind

Thank you for reading, your thoughts were quite kind'