This 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.
After a full day of smile'n sweet Elf, Big'T, Gus, and Sarah Desired a treat.
So, they climbed out through a window And escaped the orphanage Then joined the local meet'n Of the after hours club.
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The friendly locals greeted em Most congenially And, soon, our intrepid quartet Felt as loosy goosy As a goosy loosy gets.
Elf sprang up and grandly announced "We wish em well… we really do… But it's time for me to bounce!"
Just then, the local boys Got to pick'n and strum'n. Ol' Elf slapped his MOJO on And started into sling'n his song
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Sounded so sweet.. so inviting… That his friends soon yelled out "Make room for us We're going!"
"We need to wear matching Tshirts" Gus leered at Sarah. All three of Sarah's personalities Inquired as to if he'd like a hurt'n. Gus opened his eyes Innocently wide… "Why, girl, I just figured you'd want some beads And, in that pretty blue frock It would be hard to flash em some hide!"
"So much for what you know" Veda came out "Ain't noth'n underneath this ol' thing But some eraser smudges and some charcoal dust!"
"Whoa, lassy!" Guss held up both hands
Aside to Big'T, behind his hand, Gus whispered "How many folks does this wacko have inside?"
Big'T, fairly deep in his cups Just rolled his lone eye And drank his drink up.
"Y'I'm shtart'n to fleel quish felsh… Maybe wes should lishun to Elp"
Sarah/Saran/Veda, Gus, and Big'T Delicately rested their chins on the table While they listened to Elf croon his bayou tunes.
Sir Fellow showed up with a road worthy coffin Joined in for the last two rounds of fortification Threw em all in and blasted off like a real slow cannon.
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The next morn'n, they woke up In a French Quarter alley With an hippopotamus Sit'n on their heads.
They all moaned as Elf Happy as a clam - Arrived with hot chicory cream And an invitation to Visit the Turkish baths For a soak and a steam.
