Please Just Go Next Door
Eleven elves even the score.
Fashioning into a matador.
A bull comes along, but does not gore.
Aiding elves is what he had sworn.
If you believe this is mere folklore,
I will ask you to please go next door
To borrow salt, sugar, tea, and more.
For they are rich, and we are poor.
I can no longer show myself at the store.
I am a thief, sought out by the owner Ms. Core.
Her husband is even meaner, they are both a bore.
No more questions. Please just go next door.
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