Friday, 23 March 2007

The Mute Elater

While the Mute Elater cannot speak, it never gets him down.
When he wants to bring you happiness, he really goes to town.

He'll pick the finest flowers and approach you with a grin,
He'll shower you with many gifts and London's finest gin.

He'll write upon a piece of paper words to warm your soul,
He'll share a tube of Polo Mints and only take the holes.

He'll pull a string of faces to amuse all of your friends,
He'll let you go stock racing in his new Mercedes Benz.

Bless the Mute Elater, he will never let you frown,
Not even shed a single tear for his lack of vocal sound.

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