The Lancashire Elf

The Lancashire Elf

A Christmas Tale for readers of the Inkwell

Happy Christmas Everybody! Inky.

An Elf

Up there in Lapland,
where its Christmas all day
a strange kind of elf,
has decided to play

Santa’s perplexed, as he’s really quite tall
but the other elves round him are having a ball!
When reaching up high, they call for his aid,
and putting toys on high shelves, he’s made the grade

He’s good for woodturning and chopping down wood
and making new toys ? He’s really quite good.
foreman found him in th’forest – and he said he’s for hire
– he comes from a forest – called “Lanky – Shire”

The other elves love him, they think that he’s grand
as their big pal “lanky” gives everyone a hand
and its not just toymaking skills that he’s got
he’s cooking up dinner – he calls it “Hotpot”

And come Christmas eve when the elves they do pack,
“lanky” is there to fill Santa Claus’s sack
This great big elf, makes every kid smile
as he helps dear old Santa go the extra mile

Through the snowfall

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A response to the latest Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent

Seems the noble prince of the forest

Never misses the opportunity to go for a run

Out in all weathers, but

When it gets too heavy, you will

Find him, under the nearest

Arbour of an evergreen for shelter

Leaves of the evergreen – perfect cover till he

Leaps from under it when the snow has stopped

Christmas Tree

Salford 5th December 2017

A poem originally wrote by inky for Allpoetry.com, now making an appearance here as the christmas embargo is officially over!

(wrote on St Andrews Day….)

I’m writing on St. Andrew’s Day,
to make a festive plea.
Don’t neglect mother nature
for the sake of a Christmas tree.

Now, before you all yell “Humbug!”
at my festive rhyme
consider if you will the subject
that i’m spending the time.

yon Scots pines have been up in the highlands,
where its taken some time to grow
for some forester to swiftly chop it down
with one or two axe blows

“Its tradition!” I’ll hear the hardened
who don’t listen to my plea
they say it’ll thrive – its not even alive
as the needles fall from the tree

So get yourself one in a bucket
one wi fresh branches and shoots
after chrimbo and snow – it’ll continue to grow
in a place where it’ll spread its roots

and you’ll see it in garden each winter
as it grows upon year after year
and the children will play, wi the toys on the day
the tree brings the Christmas Cheer

Tame

Tame

Cousin to the king of the beasts

anybody would think

that it would be madness to take it on

Collectively though – the wildness

ails away, when the beast needs feeding

the prince of the jungle becomes felis domestica

Coming out of the forest and scouting the garden

a happy little kitty – toys with a catnip mouse

the only thing (except dinner) he wants to seek out

Camping in his little den

and happy to be his owners pet

this cousin of kings – content as can be

Timberwolf

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#coloryourworld #cyw #timberwolf

The forest call

is heard across the trees

mother and father wolf, are teaching their cubs

bears and panther may assist, but

every wolf cub in the pack knows

real learning comes from mum and dad

when the time is right to spread their paws

only the cubs themselves will know

life beyond the pack doors can be hazardous – but

friends can be found for life there