That's Not My Elephant
That's not my elephant hiding behind the tree.
Okay, so what if I brought him to our party.
Don't worry I'll make sure he stays in these rooms.
Oh man whats that smell? I think he's letting out gassy fumes.
Oh boy he is going to start dropping bombs already.
This could be bad, I fed him nothing but spaghetti.
Lets head outside before people start to heave.
I guess that's it for this party, time to leave.
Heading on down the road,
since you were rude and didn't use the commode.
An older man asks, “So what did you name your elephant there young fella?”
“Well I named her after my ex-girlfriend Stella, so I call her Ella.”
He said, “wow, she must have thought that was a surprise.”
I said, “no, they were the same size.”
“So what do you do with her, take her to the traders?”
I say, “No, I just walk around town scaring 2nd graders.”
“Can anyone own one of these magnificent sights?”
“Yep anyone can, its the first thing it says in the Bill of Rights.”
Well we must be getting out of here in a hurry.
“I never caught your name” he said. “Oh, hi, I'm Bill Murray.”
Copyright © Chris Matt | Year Posted 2011
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