The Missing Elf

It was upon a time when little boy named Poo had ventured out to climb into the City Zoo. He went inside the cage that housed a dozen monkeys they flew into a rage and woke the sleeping donkeys. So Poo went to the lions and pulled their mangy mane what saved him was defiance they thought he was insane. Next door there lived the snakes he thought they looked exciting he soon came down with shakes and some of them were biting. He left the bloomin' zoo there wasn't any action at home, inside his loo he got his satisfaction. He pondered why it was that he could not discover his own genetic laws and why he had to hover and follow other boys a shadowy reflection he envied them their toys and later the erection of towers made from blocks and teddybears with eyes he felt that life's hard knocks were hitting certain guys he clung for many years to others whom he hated but never lost his fears like Sigmund Freud has stated he did not have a soul specific to himself it's likely someone stole his godforsaken elf.