Silly Poem ~Mr. Elf~

 Mr. Elf, you’re not fair

Every time I get to the light

You seem to turn it red and bright.

I sit forever waiting in my car,

Mr. Elf, I have places to go that are really far.

Please turn the light green,

And stop being mean.

Do you run from red light,

  To green light,

To yellow?

Or just sit at the red light

And laugh at me, fellow.

Do you have a family of three,

Papa Elf,

Mamma Elf,

And

Baby Elf

Watching me

Sitting all by myself?

I have no time for this,

Off I go,

Blow you a kiss.

Good bye!

Now I hear sirens,

I have to stop

And explain about Mr. Elf

To the cop.

Let every soul be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and the authorities that exist are appointed by God.

Romans 13:1

Dedicated to my daughter Jade, who thought elves lived in the signal lights.

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