Elves Love to Go to Monaco

Elves love to go to Monaco.

If they so much as spy its azure sky –

or sniff the barest whiff of perfumed Riviera air –

or dare to dip the tips of elfin toes into the diamond foam

and turquoise water lapping, kissing, licking at the pearly beach –

they’re blissfully beyond all reach.

They love the place so well

it turns their skin to sweet varieties of pale pastel.

(No elf gambles.

One once tried:

it turned his trip

into a shambles.

However, though it prods him closer to that vice

so nearly fatal to an elfin life, and therefore isn’t very nice,

sometimes an elf will shoot a yearning look  into a luxe casino

at those happy hapless gamblers throwing dice.)

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