The elf seemed a bit off, the rest of us thought.
I think he’s Scandinavian, and pretty well sought.
Sought by the St. Lucia pageant, and maybe the bazaar.
So, he’s travelled a bunch, and he’s come very far.
The last time I saw him he was at fellowship hall.
They have a potluck - there is Nordic food for all.
The songs, the costumes, the fashion show is great.
Let’s pick up that elf and ask him to tell us straight.
What is he about? Who is his mom? And his Dad?
Will he share his Scandinavian secrets? Is he big and bad?
There he goes, someone said. Let’s catch him for luck.
We tried really hard, but he drove a truly fast truck.
Said a sweet young chick from Finland
“I’m so happy to be from the inland,”
It’s simply a fact
The Finn girls attract
The finest fellows from the Rhineland.
written June 25, 2021
I am in Hell’ my dear father
And we cannot be together
You’ll not give me last advice
You’ll not back me paradise.
I was killed by crafty Loki
In Death garden I am walking
Cry my mother cry my wife
Mistletoe has taken life.
I’m still waiting Resurrection
I have tired of disconnection
I am god of human spring,
But I’m running on the ring.
Loki shouts revenge is near
Poison touched his face like fear
Suffering rivers merged in lake,
But I cannot thank that snake.
I’m in Hell I’m dead I’m walking
In Death garden. Odin! Loki!
I’ll arise from ancient GLOOM
Can you hear the Day of Doom?
If I was a goddess or better yet a god
I would get on the bifrost and be calm.
I would try not to gloat at the mortals so odd,
Singing a little ditty, hymn, or song
I would hear their keen mortal prayers flying by
So I would sing louder in a drowning out way
I would intentionally not notice the ones who cry
Focusing on other gods on the Bifrost today
Puffed up, knowing we are all the best of the best
These mortals would not steal our thunder,
Walking proudly and glorified, two or three gods abreast,
We would barely think of those left down under.
Search all Scandinavian rocky fiords,
Explore the Niagara Falls,
On back the Mongolian hardy horse
Gallop to the Great Chinese wall
Suffer of thirst and choking of dust,
Wear clothing to the holes,
Dip in Siberian forest at last
Explore both terrestrial poles
Not giving up any hopes and faith,
Each sound catching in silence,
Browse sorely every place
Of Southern Ocean islands
The wilderness Africa's valleys.
Igloos were the Eskimos dwells.
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In vain! All koalas -Australians.
You not find them anywhere else !
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