An Elf's Gift

A friend of mine wanted a poem to along with a gift he was presenting someone, he asked me to write one for him. I hadn't tried one for a long time so I said why not. Somehow my poems never grew along with me, they stayed at the age of a 10-12 year old writing a rhyme. I tried something "grown-up" but then gave up.
As I wrote, the rhymes from Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came into my head, and I decided to give that tone a try...
Not everything rhymes, but I hope you have fun reading it.

Looking high and looking low
That’s me there,
Digging with a hoe,

Searching far and Searching wide,
That’s me there,
By the ogre’s side,

Traveling near and traveling far,
That’s me there,
In that rickety car,

And then…

An elf stops me and says,
“why this hurly why this burly,
Why running for so many days…

Sit with me and have some ale
Take a breath,
And tell me your tale.”

He hears my story,
He scratches his beard,
He clicks his toes,
He wiggles his ears,
He shouts at a gnat,
And tickles a rat,
Then he even eats his hat!

And then…

He pulls out a box,
From the pocket of his little green coat,
Puts it in my hand and says…
“Give this to the lady and hope she will smile,
Or else I’ll turn into a frog for quite some while!”

You may believe my story or you may not,
But this be the way this gift I got.


I leave for those who know me to guess what I asked for in return for my services...