Today’s Throwback Thursday features another one of my childhood masterpieces straight from the vault. Even though St. Patrick’s Day isn’t until Monday, I wanted to share it as a throwback today.
This one’s especially funny because it’s so stupid. I wrote this when I was in the first grade, so I would’ve been six at the time. I remember I was preoccupied with learning to write in cursive, even though we’d not yet learned it in school. Hence, you can see that I managed to at least sign my name in cursive. (How funny that I was so obsessed, and now they don’t even teach cursive in school anymore.)
The thing that’s especially humorous (and embarrassing) to me about this poem is that I swear my first grade teacher told us a story (or maybe read us a book) about “Carl’s Leprechaun.” It must have made a big impact on me to go home and write about it. Yet, when I found this recently, I Googled it and can find no such story!
The other comical element, besides my bad spelling, is that I had to write in the margin that it was indeed a poem. Obviously my reasoning was so that no one could confuse it for a novel or other fictitious prose narrative.
In case you can’t decipher my masterpiece, it reads as follows:
The Jolly Old Elf
There was an elf.
Hee hee hee.
I can’t believe what I see.
I said, “Hi there.”
He said, “Zee zee zee.”
Now it’s the end because
He was Carl’s Leprechaun.
(By the way, if YOU know who or what Carl’s Leprechaun is, would you please tell me?)