Imps and Elves
Elves and imps are surrounding the earthy cottage now.
She is made of mushrooms, moss, and spiders that bow.
Who made this creation? Who is the designer? She is a wow!
One of the imps stepped on a sharp twig and yelled “ow! ow! ow!”
Don’t be a baby the tallest elf king declared nice and loud.
He was arrogant and persnickety, pompous and proud.
Let’s turn on the elves! Yelled an imp in the crowd.
No way this influenced these enchanted elves to be cowed.
The elves rushed the imps and tied them into tight knots.
Door to cottage opened. Someone yelled “Don’t be snots!”
It was a mermaid faerie from the land of the ocean of lot.
Do you want to see inside my lovely abode or not?
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