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A prankster shows up for luncheon soup. |
| He was really quite little but I swear he was there He looked quite like an elf save for his ominous glare I thought my soup'd be too hot the miniscule elf didn't care He was swimming around never once wetted his hair He had come upon my spoon Which in my fear, I left there All this he did without ever Releasing that glare He screamed at me once from atop the silverware I was unsure what he wanted only sure he knew I was scared Vocal with frustrated grumbling as he tossed a pea on my chair My mom then cried out I thought she'd followed my stare It wasn't about the sore elf though 'twas about the food on my chair I lifted my head to tell her Not me! The elf put it there! Before I could reveal my truth She did what she thought fair She sent me to my lonely room without my choc'late eclair I simply mumbled as I walked away I really swear he was there. |
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