Not every day
Is a good day
For the elfin tailor
Some days
The stolen cloth
Reveals what it
Was made for:
A handsome weskit
Or the jerkin
Of an elfin sailor
Other days
The tailor
Sees a jacket
In his mind
And sets about
To find the fabric
But some days
Neither the idea
Nor the material
Presents itself;
And these are
The hard days
For the tailor elf