The misery of elves
The misery of elves –
The root of their disguise.
They're made of magic spells,
Which inverse earth devise.
Thus everybody knows
Their tiny nimble heads,
And stinky snobby noses,
And weirdly brittle hats,
And crystal shiny eyes,
And skinny limpid limbs,
So tiddly in their size,
And ether bluish wings
You barely recognize,
And bushy massy hair
That sticks to water pearls,
Made all from purest air
And smell of virgin girls.
They’re nothing but the breeze,
Composed in vivid streams,
That’s rushed to be released
Deep somewhere in your dreams...
2003.
The misery of elves
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2009
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