Little green elf children with rings on their fingers and bells on their toes will, if you let them, follow you wherever you go.
Through the wild maze of life they will lead you to and fro, if that is where your heart desires goes and grows, or the simple life of man, if no.
“But, what if I want to go to the moon?,” you say. “Take Bezos, Branson, NASA, you choose two, one stays,” they giggle with elven sashay.
“Once we get there we’ll set out a spread, full of the best cheeses, salami and bread. And then dance in the Sea of Tranquility with no dread.”
“When we get back to earth’s light we’ll runaway to Canada and catch the Northern Lights, eat poutine, drink Big 8, chase loons ‘till they affright.”
“Then with no parents in sight, we’ll call ourselves runaways, have rude conversations, practice bad manners, fart all night.”
“We’ll drink from clear streams before we piss in them with delight, take big shites that dam fish tight, and get away with it fore we are sprites!”
Oh, my oh my, this rhyme was to be polite but I think I shall close it, call it good night. Never let green elven children near any poem, especially those with rings on fingers, bell on toes for where it will go not even Dr Seuss knows.
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