@lyttlejoe
All Elf’s masterminding screeched to a halt
He retired to his bed with a quart of single malt
His plan to unite the witchy sisters
Had left him with nothing but headache blisters
Then came a pounding on his bedroom door
And a POE-etic phrase he’d heard before
‘Shut up!’ he yelled. ‘I have the floor.’
Then fell from his bed, stoned once more
The pounding continued, a loud caterwauling
‘Til he threw the door wide and heard, ‘Avon calling!’
Elf raged and raged against the dying light
Sent Avon, not gently, into that good night
‘You’ve got a nerve disturbing people that way!’
Poor Elf burned and raved at close of day
No rest for the pickled, or so it seemed
Barbie arrived and her smile just beamed
‘Fear not, it’s your witch exterminating crew
And we’ll give them both a fine, howdy do.’
Barbie sat both sisters on old milking stools
And explained Marques of Queensberry Rules
Both sisters were just itching to start
Barbie had a job keeping them apart
They wanted to box out their hissy fits
And the match began when they donned oven mitts
The plan was brilliant, each witch dropped her book
The gang scooped them up in a flash, that’s all it took
As the sisters knocked one another down for the count
‘Go!’ shouted Barbie. ‘Get to the mount!’
Elf finished his malt chased by a Mead blend shot
Then secured the two sisters with a sheep shank knot
‘You were simply mavalous, Barbie,’ Elf told her
As she hoisted his limp frame over her shoulder
As she raced up the hill, in her ear Elf did roar
‘Knock on my door would ya! Well nevermore!’
Barbie cringed over the butchered couplet
Then saw Big T on the mount with an open tablet
He gave a loud Aaaaaaaarh!’ and slammed it shut
Then paced back and forth in a rhythmic strut
part 2
‘Hear me! Hear me! We got Grit in a jar. We got a Sykes buffet and a flyin’ car. We got Jane, Anna Gram and Lady R We da Elf battalion dat who we are! We da mostest and da bestest you ever heard. Gather round brothers and I’ll give ya da word.’ While Big T rapped the gang found him a pain Then to top things off it started to rain The B band assembled, shared nervous looks The rain fell harder - they were in HIS bad books
Their music changed nothing, not so surprising The rain pounded down and the water was rising