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The twin train rocketed through the night
The direction taken had prompted a fight
Governess Jane waved a rat tailed comb
“My Aunt Em says there’s no place like Nome.”“Then let your Aunt go there!” Was Mabel’s stance
“Most of us want to go to Paris, France.”
Through her nose, Anna Gram made her own observation
“Nothing but patisseries and wine in that silly nation.”Gauntlet thrown and Elf refereed
Out of harm’s way with lightening speed
The band was divided and had their instruments out
‘Put those away!” Lady R did shoutThe train sped on. The battle raged
Into a tunnel is became disengaged
A voice cried out, “We’ve become uncoupled!”
. . . . . . . . . dead silence . . . . . . .Sykes brushed Bear Claw crumbs from his Paisley vest
“I think my friend Fred must have come out best.
Twenty was it?” Sykes puffed out his chest
El frowned. “I’ll pay for the pastries and you get the rest.”Out of the black tunnel and into the light
Faces glued to the windows, stunned by the sight
Sam jammed on the brakes and blew the steam whistle
“Ain’t no Paris or Nome, look, that’s a Scottish thistle!”Lady R fluttered.“Oh quick, Anna fetch me my case.
I’m wearing the wrong outfit to go to this place.”
“We need tartans and plaids and didn’t we have a sporan?”
Grinning, Rob held up a shillelagh. ‘That’s Irish you silly man.”“Look! There’s a piper. He’s coming this way.”
“What’s that screech he’s trying to play?”
Barbie swooned, “It’s an Ode to a Haggis, an old Roundelay”
Troll made a face. “Well shiver me timbers is all I can say.”With the coupling rejoined, the train heaved a sigh
The passengers debarked and waved goodbye
Out trundled the Ford all ready to go
They’d be driving through thistles not fleur-de-lis or snow
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Elf Chronicle 2019
FantasyThis book is a daily chronicle of wandering elf events... better known as, elfvents amongst the learned knowers who persist in the knowing of such things.