Elephant In the City
Every few weeks he would move
from one rented room to another.
He and his tartan suitcase
would travel one stop
on the London Underground
to find a corner shop.
Corner shops
were where elephants went
to find advertisements for lodgings.
The city had many corners.
Nowadays If you do not fit
the regulatory norms
you will be asked to report
to a rehabilitation center.
A therapy plan will be devised
or you will have to join the circus.
In those days
if you carried a tartan bag
and kept moving,
people assumed you were selling something.
People always need something,
back then they were quite specific;
they wanted mouse traps.
Now they want more powerful mice.
After a few weeks in rented rooms
the landlord would grow suspicious.
Life would become difficult.
There always has been prejudice
against the not small.
Then the elephant in the room
would pack his soft suitcase
and leave.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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