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Dec 2019
Those Pesky Elves
Pull my covers down each night
And cuddle and huddle near my heart
They are warm and cozy
But I'm frigging freezing
And that's not right
Today I ate a bowl of beans
And drank a six pack too
The Elves settled down
Just like they usually do
When out of the bedroom
Sounded a tremendous boom
A glorious ****
A work of Art
The Elves scattered here
The Elves scattered there
The Elves scattered everywhere
Holding their noses and feeling weak
All seeking a place to retreat
I laughed and laughed
So full of glee
As I watched the Elves flee
Now it was time to fumigate the air
My trusty can of "Frebeze" was near.
Written by
Ron Pipe Pipoly  72/M/Salem S.C.
(72/M/Salem S.C.)   
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