The elves worked hard around the year,
making toys with joyful cheer.
Camaraderie abounded so
in Santa’s workshop. Ho ho ho.
They worked together as a group
but not all was so cock-a-hoop.
Whilst some made shapes and things anew,
at least one had to make the glue.
It simmered like a gloopy jelly
wafting over Smelly Nelly.
And when the working day was done,
the elves would sing – but Nelly hummed
She couldn’t help but take work home.
She wreaked of fish and blood and bone.
It’s not that she was out of place,
It’s just she got more… personal space.
She used to try and socialize.
It didn’t take long to realise
when she walked in – they walked out.
Nelly smelled, without a doubt.
Poor Nelly lived her life alone -
surrounded, yes, – but on her own,
except at times when elf was bold
to stand up close with heavy cold.
Then one day when the sun was bright,
some elves began a snowball fight.
The laughter sounded loud and clear
without a thought of who might hear.
And suddenly their laughter ceased;
A hunting pack of ravenous beasts
surrounded them with slavering jaws,
huge pointy teeth and massive paws.
The wolves moved closer to their prey.
A few less elves by end of day.
Two each should do them very well
but just what was that awful smell?
Then Smelly Nelly came to view,
bedecked with stuff to make her glue.
The elves all cheered her, what a winner
putting wolves off of their dinner.
And so the wolves all ran away.
Smelly Nelly won the day.
It seems it wasn’t always wrong
to give off such offensive pong.
Nelly now has friends anew.
She’s not alone in making glue.
Some elves stick wood and some stick leather
but Nelly’s friends stick close together.
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