Danny's Tale

by Esmond Jones
Email esmond.jones@cableol.co.uk


Danny was a dreamer, not unlike myself,
He told me of the time he met a real
Living elf.
At the bottom of his garden amongst
The cabbage and the beans
He saw this little fella waring brightly
Colored jeans.
They were a sort of yellow and they
Had an orange stripe
And he sat there on a cabbage plant
Smoking a long pipe.
He had a tapered beard which ended
At his waist
His eyes were blue his cheeks so red
Which matched the cap upon his head.
I had imagination but this story was
Too tall
I didn't believe a word of it, until
I heard him call...
"Look where your treading
You clumsy oaf,"
I looked down to the ground
And heard a different sound
...Someone whistling Dixie!
And there he was as large life
A little red faced pixie.