My Elephant
That’s not my elephant you see
right there in the garden.
Mine is in the prison
where he’s waiting for a pardon.
That one in the garden
is a charming one named Ella.
Mine just steals spaghetti off my plate;
Obnoxious fella!
Second graders like to come
watch Ella spray the roses.
At MY elephant those kids
just simply thumbed their noses.
Ella waters all the flowers,
helping out our town.
George (that’s mine), behind cell bars,
just sits and wears a frown.
But he’s been attending
inmates’ classes -Monday nights.
And his teacher taught him
all about the Bill of Rights.
He’s learned that his Miranda Rights
were overlooked, and so. . .
he made me find a lawyer
and I found one in the know!
So my unruly elephant
is getting out real soon.
A female has been writing him.
He’s way over the moon!
His lady likes to spray.
He told me, “Carry an umbrella
when you walk me down the aisle
with my charming bride named Ella.”
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Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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