Once upon a time As I was sipping my wine The clock struck 12 I saw with my own eyes elves I didn’t know what to think Perhaps I was thinking on a story I read in ink But all during while I knew this situation wasn’t my style I tried to stand up But felt back on my couch I might have been drunk But my mind is thinking, it is all bunk Yet, the elves were surrounding me At least that is what I could see Maybe my mind was focusing on a fairytale My wine could very well have been ale But not in the ginger tense Suddenly I began to drift off Journey I was Venture into the unknown Land of where But my mind was getting me nowhere So my drift was into my bed I felt asleep instead The elves I didn’t remember Perhaps I was somber I am not going to even wonder