Namgubed
The Merry Elf
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This mini-series is a bit like the other one I did before Christmas.
Sing to the tune of Good King Wenceslaus...
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Merry Elf Namgubed looked out, five weeks after Advent....
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| How few cards, I ask with doubt, has that truant lad sent? | |
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| Few, if any that there be. He shall be, I wager, any moment calling me. | |
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| I've been waiting for your call! I'll be over shortly. Once again, you've dropped the ball, sure as Santa's portly. | |
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Then Namgubed, to my surprise, and much to my pleasure,
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Gradually materialized, like that cat from Cheshire.
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| Can you help me make this card? Writing wracks my noggin, like a wallop with a hard plastic red toboggan. | |
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Then his crafty fingers flew swiftly into action,
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Creating a card much to my great satisfaction.
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| Let my gratitude be shown. How can I repay you? Up to half of all I own, name your price. What say you? | |
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| Fix a tall glass for my pay, filled with milk and root beer. | |
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| Though you're late for Christmas Day, there's still time for New Year! | |
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--- "There's no point in beating a dead horse ... except, of course, for the pure joy of it." - A. Whitney Brown
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