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Nothing so prosaic

How can one compare
A giant to an elf
One is broad and full of hair
And the other short of self

A giant’s grasp can make one gasp
His sweetness lies in his strength
But the elven charm will pierce any mask
And make one smile at length

A perfect set of ears
A delightful manner of man
A refreshing lack of smirks and leers
The elf over the giant, that is my plan.

Author's edit: I would like to dedicate this poem to my baby sister Maryam, who is sober, for planting the seed of 'Elf Lover' in my brain. It was next to impossible to resist it taking root and morphing into the above.

Author's note: Elf love is not in anyway related to Lord of the Rings or any other fictional elves in the fantasy genre.

Disclaimer: No elves were harmed in the making of this poem.
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Maryam said…
Oh kere, I love this one!!!!! It's cute without being cutesy. It's clever in the guise of silly.
And damn, you rhyme like a rapper. Damn, sistah's got mad skills yo'.
Uh...... yes.

P.S. You should really give credit to me for the whole ELF LOVER schtick.

P.S.S You know you're still a dork, right? Muah Muah
22 August, 2007 09:36
Kere said…
Thank you, thank you.

Request duly noted - see edit.

The dorks shall rule the earth..... just as soon as we finish polishing our toy models.
22 August, 2007 10:48
Anonymous said…
What, Iàm on holiday for less han a month on your jiwanging poetry online. I love elf poem by the way. Now dedicate one called Alf Lover for me please. haha
22 August, 2007 21:37
Kere said…
JIWANGING!! Really....

Hah, Alf Lover! Not till you bring back an elf for me from Europe.
28 August, 2007 11:11
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