I decided to post a poem because I really like poems. I wrote this one about a year ago. This poem is about a story of my mothers. When she was a child, her brothers told her that the voice coming from the radio is from an elf who lives in there. When my mother was a child she even tried to communicate to the elf she thought was in the radio. If I like how this post turns out I might post more of my poems. So here’s my poem
The Elf In Your Radio
When you turn on the radio
you think it’s just sound waves on the job
But what really is making the sounds
is an elf doing the jiggly hob
Dancing, prancing, singing a song
moving his tiny feet in a fast jog
soon when you’re as tired as a log,
you’ll turn off your radio, then nap,
soon snoring like a dog
The little elf comes out through the rod
taking a stretch, whirling around seeing the sights then he goes back down
Soon you wake up as happy as a frog,
You turn on you radio ready to do the jiggly hob!
The elf jumps up ready to bop
and starts his whirly dance, prancing,
and enhancing his happy feet
And he never, needs a minute of sleep
Nice poem Ashwin. I can’t write them as well as you can.
Thanks, I’m happy you liked it.
That’s a funny story!