Use a Plate
That’s not my elephant!
Eating that spaghetti off the floor
Which reminds me of second graders
Which I was once before
Ew does that mean..
I have eaten spaghetti off the floor!
But that reminds me of Ella
Who loved her spaghetti
But not on floor, on a plate
Of some sorts, I think
But Back to that elephant
How did he get here anyhow?
I am in an apartment
He is tearing this house down!
I have my rights on my side
Have you heard of the bill of rights
It lets you speak the truth! It lets me be!
I am no second grader
And Spaghetti is not my thing!
But that elephant!
Is not mine!
What a ridiculous question indeed!
Now get rid of that elephant!
I have a phone call to make! To that girl Ella!
I think I might buy her a plate!
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