Those Giggling Christmas Elves
The elves are fighting over the Christmas bell again.
It is fragile and ringing, underneath my fat chin.
I will wish you a merry Christmas, my darling friend.
Before I clobber those elves. Will that damned ringing end?
Oh, man, they are poltergeists, and they have run into a wall.
I am frantic now, for they are less than four inches tall.
They can do a lot of damaging in there, without a chamber pot.
Have a terrific New Year’s, also. You are the only friend I’ve got.
Those giggling devils have turned out the light. This clearly ain’t right!
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