There was an old elf called Fle,
Who was as happy can be,
Until one day while alone,
He fell and broke a bone,
That’s Fle, with a broken old knee.
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I don’t care what you call me
as long as you enjoy reading my stories
There was an old elf called Fle,
Who was as happy can be,
Until one day while alone,
He fell and broke a bone,
That’s Fle, with a broken old knee.
***********************
I don’t care what you call me
as long as you enjoy reading my stories
Posted by The Crazymad Writer on March 18, 2014 in poems