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MY CHAIR
THEIR LETTER LEFT THERE SEEMED FAIR
The moon wasn’t full, but the night was bright. Those little elves came by last night. They snuck into my library and left a small note there. They wanted to complain about my old desk chair.
Grinkle wrote, “All four of us agree, that by this note you’ll now be told, that your awkward chair is much too hard, has a faded finish, and is so terribly old!”
Twinkles says, “One wheel is broken, it can’t be rolled, and smells of stinky cheesy, popcorn mold.”
Bip asked, “Why are we sitting on such a horrible mess? The reason we won’t even guess. We don’t care about other human things. We want a new chair with bouncy new springs.”
Bop threatened, “If you don’t get a new chair soon — before the next full moon — we’ll cast the runes and make you sound like a babbling buffoon. Go shopping soon — without delay — and buy us a new chair, right away!”
Your Elfen Friends,
Twinkles, Grinkle, Bip, and Bop
© 2024 Peter W. Collier
