Me and Nellie Mcgee

That's not my elephant, the barman said, when last I went a boozing Then threw at me a grin filled glance, that was a long way from amusing You brought him here, you bring him home, your game I’m not abetting So pack your trunk, get out, your barred, no more drink you’re getting So sadly I made the long journey home, my poor legs weak as jelly I could perhaps have caught a cab but they would not take Nellie Later as we passed a takeaway, the warm smell assailed my senses I ordered spaghetti and parmesan cheese, Nellie just had lettuce My door key I could nowhere find, when at last I reached my home I had no choice but to ring the bell, the wife Ella soon came down Her words, would cause a crimson blush, on face’s of horse traders I have not experienced such awful fear since I was in 2nd graders She insisted that, ‘Nellie’, was but just, a figment of my imagination And that if I didn’t get off to bed, I’d end up in prone prostration Now I’ve lost my new best friend, and sweet alcohol fuelled nights She’s taken from me the will to live. and rewritten the bill of right 4th in Contest, That's Not My Elephant, by Matt Caliri