And then, in a twinkling, we knew just who to spoof,
we had an idea and a plan, we knew it was full proof.
As we plotted and planned, we would get rid of this clown
All that was needed was a trip out of town.
He was covered in blood, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all smelly and ugly to boot.
An axe over his shoulder, dripping with blood,
His perpetual gaze starting to make my head thud.
His eyes-how gloomy! His dimples real scary!
What a weird little guy, definitely not a faerie.
His troll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump covered in blood, right at his feet,
Not sure if we shall ever be able to eat.
He had a dull face and a little round belly,
That was covered in blood, and a wee bit smelly.
He was ugly and scary, a right frightening old elf,
And we cried when we saw him, in spite of ourselves!
A swish of his axe, and a spin of his head.
Soon gave me to know we had everything to dread.
We spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
His glaze was starting to make us twitch and to jerk.
We were going to pawn him off on some other schmoes,
Before they knew it, we’d be done with our woes.
Off to his house, as quick as a missile.
Over the river, and down the hill.
We would soon be rid of this fright.
Good Riddance to all, it’s the end of the blight.