Lonely elf not 5’4, horny toad toon
Hits on maties wives in pubs and saloons
a smidge taller than Manson
yet not quite as handsome
His gal pal elves nudge him to G-E-T -A -R-O-O-M!
Caroline was an elf who walked with purpose every day
other workshop workers steered out of her determined way
she was always on a mission, getting something done
an elf who believed in work; it was her kind of fun
If I had six more elves like this the manager said
we could take a vacation and we would never be in the red
why don’t we let her do the accounting too?
Suggested a wise co-worker named Smarty MaGoo
Boy elf had no problems being proud of himself
He felt confident the day he popped off the shelf
Feeling enthusiastic, truthful, marvelous and fine.
He went to the kitchen to taste a bit of wine.
The cork was arguing, but he popped it and threw it away.
His confidence was oozing, he was not taking no that day.
Boy elf had a fine feast made from wine, and cheese.
He did what he wanted, as whimsical as a summer breeze.
Holly elf was dancing with baby Rudolph around the tree
We did not know that his nose was going to turn red as a stop sign said Lee
Lee was one of the hardest working elves at the North Pole
He had traded all of his time for this life, it was embellished on his soul.
Rudoph had no idea that he was special, his blinker had not come in yet.
Right now he was enjoying his babyhood as Holly elf’s favorite pet
Next year it would be different, but for now, we all had a fine Christmas day.
A year before Rudolph would be leading the herd and Santa’s sleigh
the wizard was not planning to find shelter that night
he had been surveilling an elf whose movements were not right
but a storm came up that contained pounding rain, and discomfort galore
the old wizard was soon clicking the clacker on the castle’s door
A voice said come in, so the wizard took off his hat
a puddle of rainwater was at his feet in seconds flat
I can clean that up he told the beautiful woman staring at him
No need she told him, you are most welcome, Sage Jim
The wizard was astounded, who had told her his name?
He was invited into a parlor where there was a witch of some fame.
At last! She said, we have been surveilling your movements all night.
He settled down to listen, because everything seemed merry and bright.
Next in was the elf Jim had been trailing through the bushes and trees.
I knew I could lead him to you, he told them. He was smug, this elf, Jeeves.
That’s the only part of the story I know, the only part told to me by my beard.
After this night, the wizard was never seen, for he had disappeared.
In the teeniest trunk of an oleander tree
lived a goose, an elf, a faerie, a unicorn and me
we felt safe and secure in the winter you see
our favorite meal was plum sauce and elderberry tea
we have become friends in the summer of ‘93
the first one to recruit me was the little faerie
grouchy grumpy distrustful elf was against me
unicorn ignored them and they disagree on three
Don’t be a silly goose said the elf named McGee
We don’t know anything about this newcomer she
we know she’s from Ireland with a fellow wee
This completely turned the attitude of Celtic McGee
Cutesy Petootsie Christmas Elf had skinny legs
But enormous boots, that made her legs look like pegs
She had a pretty smile, great attitude and gorgeous laugh
She was our favorite Christmas Elf ever, said my cousin Raff.
The elf was wrapped up tightly in lighted string
By a mystical witch who claimed to be a queen
She did not know if she would ever get out
But had been told not to wiggle, move or shout
The wrapped elf stayed there on Halloween night
Werewolves and vampires stopped and stared in fright
The work of Minerva, they agreed; one hid in a small urn
Some were so scared, they ran off, terrified Minerva would return
The witch did come back at midnight as she had stated before
I kept you safe from Halloween, she said to the elf, Lenore
Lenore gave her a nod, and conveyed her gratitude that night
Hoping to slip away, while the moon was sill rounded and white
Autumn Petite, a small elf from the dell
was announced by a messenger holding a shell
he gave her such an intro, we were all amazed
She was not like other elves, not one tiny bit crazed
She had some firm ideas, but we were used to that
Being gnomes and trolls, we were accustomed to chewing the fat
She had a good brain, and some of her logic was sound.
In fact, we did not mind one bit having this pretty elf around.
liquid diamonds were fairy’s tears
an amber elf gathering them as dew
her sniffles she sadly drank slating thirst
he handed her a petal
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always smiling elf has had one of the hardest lives
but he was taught terrific lessons by his parents
no matter how much he was hurting,
the only way out of the hurt
was to help someone else
if you are helping someone, you forget your troubles, they had said.
both parents were terrific at helping others.
He had lost them both in the last few years.
He had no one else.
But by helping others, he actually had everyone else.
He was well-loved throughout his village.
Elf on a shelf watching.
I think he reports my every move.
Santa’s spies have eyes everywhere.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
lilliputian elf
hiding in oaks crevices
holding his breath
the tiger sensed him
sharpened his claws on the tree
elf remained silent
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“The cookies? Not mine.
The milk? A setup.
The glitter footprints
leading straight to my bed?
Circumstantial.”
“I swear on the tinsel~
this whole naughty thing
is a frame job.”
“Check your naughty list again,
Santa—someone’s pulling your beard.”
Yours (wrongfully accused),
A Very Framed Elf
A giggle escaped from the shelf
as Santa was tossing himself,
his face very red,
'I'm coming,' he said
and smirking, he shot on the elf.
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