Caren Krutsinger Poet Monorhyme

Finest Elf On the Shelf

Finest elf on the shelf traveled around.
Living room? Den? Could he always be found?
Once in the bathroom – he nearly was drowned.
Last year his body was buried half underground.
One time he was hidden in a sweet gooey cookie mound.
Beside an empty glass of milk which Santa had downed.

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Gershon Wolf December 6, 2021 at 6:37 PM The title is beyond creative, Caren. It is supercalifragimaginative, methinks. Kudos, Gershon Caren Krutsinger December 7, 2021 at 2:44 AM Thank you

L Milton Hankins December 6, 2021 at 1:37 PM That elf really does get around! Thank goodness I don't recall his hanging around our house when I was a kid. I would have been terrified he would see me being bad! I had enough worries about Santa! Caren Krutsinger December 7, 2021 at 2:45 AM We never had him either, except a version in porcelain which we were not allowed to touch.