Singin under the waterfall
somewhere around dark
an old elf suddenly calls
“Hey, where’s my shorts!”
He’d been bathing
to see an old lady friend,
of course, above his singing
he didn’t hear his wife sneak in!
She tore his shorts to ribbons;
tied his shirt to a branch,
then she soaked his towel,
rolled it up, and THWACK!
Now he’s sitting home
not having to fake a frown,
listening to her scold.
Who knew a towel could STING?