Elf Bag's?
Before I begin my muse
Tell me how could you use
The love I always choose
Want me to blow my fuse?
Beauty from my hidden bag
My magic wand loves to tag
Dazes me to walk always lags
Let these humans..? what fags.
Hold still as I slide on your back
In smoothness as perfume track
Breezy, trusses skating as a sack
Blundering fools I hate to smack
Wonder a while you thieving packs
I am that great living elf don’t whack.
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