That old elf fell and bumped his head
(good thing it weren't his ass instead)
for that is where his brains reside
a fact he tries his best to hide

Says he fell while in the shower
trying his B.O. to overpower
his noggin probably cracked the tile
( it's harder by a country mile)

Now ere he tells me go to hell
I'll take some time to wish him well
knowing this is sent in jest
from an old bald scribbling pest

*another not ready for prime time poem