"Where Oh where has that Elf been to"
I looked for her there
I looked for her here
I looked for her under the hemisphere
I looked in the pantry
I looked in the shed
I looked in the Bedroom
and under the bed
She's not in the bath
or washing her hair
She's not down the seashore
or in Jim's lair
She's been gone over 2 weeks
And I can't seem to find
Someone to ask
If she's falling behind
Or has she gone travelling
which if often her whim
Packed up her bags
and taken off with him ( Pardon Jim)
I know she's not home
I did ring her bell
I sent her a parcel
Not a word
to be heard
I call out her name
across that great sea
That straddles the coast of
her adopted land
that which is brimming
with the most glorous sand
I know she'll be back
when her wanders are ended
But a note from the Secretary
would not go astray
She could be voted out of office
If I have my way..
These unionists are unpredictable
you know
Just look at Bob Hawke
Now there he goes
A rich man ,now knocks round
with the toffs
I know Fran won't do this
Her hat she don't doff
and she calls no one SIR
I do like her stand
she's one of us
right down to her boots
( I couldn't find a word to rhyme with boots)
So I close off my poem in the hope
that I find ,
her back home with Jim not far behind....
Lois (Muse of the Sea) 31.1.06






















