Borderline late

1 Lammas Eve

when nan had stumbled to bed,

a fluorescent elf

tapped on the back door

which I ajared

 thence it said...





'Would you like to hear my poem?

I penned it just for you,

it has several Special stanzas

plus a scant spin-off dance

- it'll only last a minute

or 2'





~





It was rubbish,

utter bollocks

...