An Elephant Called Esmerelda Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg

This is in answer to Dee's challenge

I live near a small village
In a large cave beside a stream
That a big bunny abandoned years ago
And now it fulfills my dream.

I can sit here and do my knitting
On days when it is wet.
Sometimes I pop down to the shops
Or hairdressers for a wash & set.

Some of the villagers do complain
About my enormous feet
Well, I am inclined to squash things
As I'm walking down the street.

There's something else they moan about.
They say I'm rather rude
But they collect what I have left
And it does their roses good.

There aren't many elephants in England
So I get lonely now and again
But I have my computer
And I write poetry now and then.