One day, an elk came for tea.
He said he was better than me.
I said: "No you're not. You've lost the plot",
then he ran me in to the sea.

I was in the cold by a fire,
whilst the Elk built an empire.
The Elk found me and said:
"Soon you'll be dead",
so I ran away to conspire.

The Elk sent his minions to scout,
for they knew I was out and about.
I searched for a gun,
instead, I found someone
who would help me without a doubt.

The Elk's mother and I went to fight,
to stand up for what we believed to be right.
The Elk brought an army.
He laughed and said we were barmy
and we crumbled in battle that night.

The Elk had claimed victory over the land.
He decreed that all defiance was banned.
We are now underground,
the Elk is now crowned,
but the resistance will never disband!


Anyway, this is something that I actually built a month or two ago. I hope you all enjoyed both the building and the poem.