The lovely Mr Elephant
Rode naked like a miscreant
To Arizona on a whale
His legs around his drooping tail

He'd found that snow destroyed morale
He wanted more from earth for now
Alas his mind had other plans
And plugged his gaps with shifting sands

But hopefully he's cleared a track
And started on his journey back
To fragrant winds and sweet potato
Or musings on his cognate Plato

A visit North is not for now
Although we'd like to nip his brow
With stories told to pass the time,
Martinis, and a glass of wine

But soon I guess, we must confess
That years have passed, and all that's left
Are elephants and olivers
Pork chops, cigarettes, and curs

What sad forecast....



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