Harvey Poem by Ima Ryma

Elwood P. Dowd, a happy drunk,
Calls me his best buddy and friend,
Causing his family to thunk
That Elwood is nearing wit's end.
Often at the neighborhood bar
Elwood does seem to be alone.
But it's accepted that we are
Together though I am not shown.
Martinis the two of us sip,
And talk about the two of us
Enjoying an awesome friendship.
His family makes too much fuss.

Only certain people can see
The ten foot bunny that I be.