Elmo awoke from his golden slumbers and saw her standing there. It was Elma. “Elmo, I’ve got to get you into my life,” she cried. “Well,” Elmo said, “you’re no lovely Rita, but I think we can work it out. In fact, why don’t we do it in the road right now?” They walked outside and Elmo declared, “I’ve got a feeling that today will have highs in the upper 50s and over the weekend, the sun will shine here, there and everywhere.” Elma gazed into Elmo’s eyes. “Will you still need me when I’m 64?” “I will,” Elmo said, and they walked off down the long and winding road of love.
Moptop Elmo
Published April 24, 1997
