* Elephantasy! - Poem by Denis Martindale
The elephant the drunkard saw, was neither grey or pink,
It looked much more like orange, or so that man would think...
He swore he'd no more touch a drop, or to that level sink
And made that orange elephant decline with him to drink...
The elephant agreed to that, then he chose milk instead
And when he took the drunkard home, he tucked him up in bed...
The drunkard woke when morning came, then drank the coffee made,
The elephant was asked to stay, no rent was charged or paid...
They watched TV on Sunday, then Monday came along,
The sober man then went to work, no longer weak but strong...
His new friend did the hoovering and washing up as well...
This poem is a pack of lies! Dear readers, can't you tell?
Denis Martindale November 2017.
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