The Parliament of Gods
‘That’s not my elephant’ bellowed
Saturn from his throne
He pointed his ringed finger
At the spaghetti haired Olympian Jove
‘It’s his creation’, he shouted
Jove rose from his jewelled chair
And taking the hand of Goddess Ella
Bent down and peered from the sky
Pointing towards the tiny second graders
He smiled and shook his locks
Saturn seeing the tiny ones
Riding the huge pachyderm
Felt his anger abating
And passed the bill of rights
Onto Jove to create
These magnificent beasts
For the pure pleasure of seeing
A little child smile with glee
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