(09-15-2014, 08:01 PM)ellajam Wrote: What caused that itch,
his woolen suit?
Or had he checked out
a new elf recruit?
Thanks for replying.
The subtle sheepish itch endured,
While nimble eleven toil worked flames.
He smashed his minty brew upon the ground,
And his cheek-stamped livery inflamed.
When Christmas day arrived,
he stumbled toward a salient bobber
hanging from an evergreen.
He soon lay sprawled out on the ground
with both a fishhook in his mouth,
and tinseled leaves across his face.
When dawn blushed on the hoary ground,
He saw no trace of green but felt the bitter death of sugared things.
He plucked a plastic pine protruding from his side
And thought that this was all the green he knew.
I guess if we can take anything from this. We can ask if I used the word lay correctly.