Elf on the Shelf

Elf on the Shelf


The elf was old, and feeling quite sad
He thought of past days, the fun that he’d had
Those days now were gone, he felt really glum
To get back his laughter, he needed a chum.

As he was sitting, and brooding alone
A human out walking, there passed by his home
‘Hello, my name’s Herbert’, said human to elf.
‘Why sit there so gloomy, alone by yourself?’

Said Elf, ‘I am lonely, alone and all chilly
Because of my clothes, for folk think them silly’.
Said Herbert, ‘My friend, you listen to me
Wear your best outfit, and come home to tea.’

‘I will,’ said the elf, but you dress that way too
If you consent, then I’ll come for a brew’.
Herbert agreed, and said with a smile,
‘O.K. I will match you, just for a while’.


The elf for the visit, then chose a green smock
With pink frilly trousers, and red woollen socks.
Black shoes with gold buckles, that looked really neat
The points of them curling, at end of his feet.


When he was walking, twas easy to tell
At point of each shoe, there tinkled a bell.
His insides were laughing, though face was a mask
To dress that way also, was Herbert’s next task.

Mission accomplished, they looked just like twins
Feeling quite tickled, they wore cheesy grins.
Said elf then to Herbert,’ Is there a chance
You’ll copy my actions, and join in a dance?’

Said Herbert,’ Of course’, and they both danced around
They liked it so much, that they fell to the ground
Roaring with laughter, and full of delight
All of elf’s sadness ,put now to flight.


Of tea they drank gallons, and talked on for hours
Said elf, ‘I can stay here, and hide in your flowers’
Retired to the garden, and made it his home
Now people who see him, they think him a gnome.

PKM

Birthright

Moments after I was born
The mine blew on her mournful horn.
As if to say ‘You are my son
Of this I do you warn’.

‘Son of mine will come the time
You’ll try to walk on free.
But son of mine from this time
You belong to me’

‘Within your veins the coal dust flows
Come down the mine for you know
Son of mine you are mine
For all eternity’.

PKM

Honestly

Honestly!

A politician’s promise
Is worth its weight in gold.
Only to the giver
Others hopes are sold.

They promise earth
And moon and stars
But promises melt
Like chocolate bars.

When asked of the promise
On election say
“Of course I’ll keep it
But not today”

Before you stop
To cast your vote
Consider first
The gravy boat.

At the end of the day
There are Company perks
Given to heads
Who made the right jerks

Directors of business
With company cars
Drink on expenses
In clubs and in bars.

Laugh with their friends
Toast toes by the fire.
Speak to the people
Who want to climb higher.

Say ex -politicians
To fresh young MPs
“I’ll guide you along
But you’ll have to say please “

“To help on your way
A word in your ear.
Don’t rock the boat
Or you’ll never sit here”

Firm grips are kept
Of the bills MPs pass
The Commons is heated
By natural gas.

Remember this warning
Ere your vote fuels ambitions
There are liars damned liars
And politicians.

PKM