Saturday, May 20, 2006

Antarctica and Mr. Elf

Icy winds blew at my face,
All I saw was snow
Not a breathing creature in trace
I had no clue where to go.

Then, I stumbled upon a little man:
An elf from the North Pole.
He was sick and tired of getting
Bullied by “The Troll”.
Said he was on a break from
Taking orders from Mr. Claus
So he came down to Antarctica
To get back at his boss!

I stayed on for a week or two
Hoping I’d survive
In the cold, it’s not easy to live
So I prayed I’d stay alive.

The weirdest things happen there
Stranger than you think;
Imagine shoveling through the snow
In underwear of mink!

Candle wax is a necessity;
Here electricity’s unknown.
Walrus fat is fuel
And fire is lit on bones.

Penguin skin accessories
Are hot in the fashion world
The cool penguins are sweatin’ it out
Thanks to all those ‘trendy’ girls.

Now going to school is the biggest pain
Not because of studies,
If u get lost the polar bears
Will eat you and your buddies.

Well, I survived the freezing cold
Made the best of what I had
Yes, it sounds more than extreme
At least I didn’t go mad
So, I bid goodbye to Antarctica
The ice, walruses and Mr. Elf
To experience its true wonders
You’d have to go there for yourself
(Don’t forget to visit Mr. Elf!)

1 comment:

Psychic said...

i'll be sure to visit mr.elf.....u know....tht was amazing!

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