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Today’s poem


The naughty elf came off the shelf

Causing chaos everywhere, And all around the department store People stopped to stare. The tree had been knocked over,

The baubles rolled over the floor,

The fairy from the top of the tree

Ended up out the door. The tinsel got wrapped round the manager Who had tried to catch the tree,

And the lights were still flashing on and off

It was so funny to see. I crept from the scene so quietly

And backed along the row, My face was red as crimson And I did not want them to know.

I did not mean to do it When I touched the tree, So the naughty elf got all the blame —

They will never know it was me!

Georgina Smith, Hetton-le-Hole, Tyne and Wear.





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