The Elf

• Trent Quarman, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

It was a beautiful night
Elf was running in fright
Through the water tunnels
He slipped and slid
Until he hit one big lid
He turned round and a human looked
Elf was hooked.
Elf tried to fight
With all his might
Nothing he did seemed to work
Even a jerk
It just hurt
The human let him go
For she was not his foe
They had fun
Playing games until the night was done.