The story of an elve
That used to sit on my shelf,
One day he awoke
And through the window
Went to a walk.

Clearly I was shocked,
But after him I began to walk
And soon as I hit the ground
I tought
smash
It wan more like a
Twing
or a doing
And flip

I was standing high
Waving arms and legs
Trying to straiten my head
Coz I was again upside down
Ready to bounce again at the ground.
And as I was landing I cought a blink
In a funny looking eye
I saw an elve
Opens a dimentional gate.  


Like that rabbit clock thing
With Alice and the cards
The landing wasn't so hard
But opening your eyes and see
Through the miror,
Was it me?

And a tiny little elve
Two and a half fingers high
Opened his wings
And began to fly,
Looking at me and belching a sigh
Come on now, he said
With a tweenky little voice,
That in another weird language
Echoed in my head,
We be late to a party,
Follow me
Well did I had a choice, or why you'd say no
When you have no where else to go.

Beyond gardens and roses
Surrounded a live and biting maze
Wild boars and hungry bars
The elve talked away,
We entered the party,
I smoked a purple haze
But this was the beginning
And it was fun
But not what later came around.