The Dirty Elf
Their matching of pajamas ho hum not.
The Mr. and Mrs. are ho ho hot.
He bares his air rump.
She shares all her lumps.
A fa la la screw before elf’s snapshot.
A snap of his finger and laugh would cost
his job or his boss a one time exhaust -
turn red as he’d yell
not ringing the bell...
Embarrassed, the Mrs. was apt to frost.
A wring of his ear and a kick in snow.
The pole up his gazoo and elf would go
to work in the dark
no walk in the park...
with smile he’d remember the Mrs. glow.
12/4/2020
Christmas Limerick
Sponsor: Alexis Y.
frost - anger
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