THE ELVES AND THE EDITOR By Robert Hewett Sr.
THE ELVES AND THE EDITOR
Robert Hewett Sr.
Christmas Day is drawing nigh
The editor slumps and wipes an eye.
Fifty poems to review and rank one by one.
Sleepless night, gonna be rough before she’s done.
An Elf bouncing about the room with mirth
Looking for a victim of sorts to unearth.
He sees this lovely lass with drooping lids.
Decides to bring along all his kids.
They climb all over her chair and hair
Laughing and bouncing in the air.
Kissing her cheek and tickling her chin.
Finally getting a nice little grin.
Her spirits rise and she knows what to do.
She tosses the poems , they scattered and blew.
Catching two in the air she let the others face doom.
She joins the elves and dances around the room.