The elephant

We lived with an elephant in the room,
pink and with the size of Texas, it stepped
on toes, putting chips on our shoulders.
It lived with us for years, then we killed it
with sarcasm, and buried it outside.

All participated in the murder,
but the elephant was never mentioned.
We started to feel guilty of the crime
and the space we gained, soon became choking.
Another elephant now lives with us.

Comments on: "The elephant" (13)

  1. What a strange species we are. Nice work Ina.

  2. Wonderful! Love this L&H xx

  3. Just love this, Ina……especially the chips on the shoulders!

  4. Reading your verses you get insight and wry humour. I always enjoy them so much.

  5. One can only poach so much ivory in one’s life, Ina…

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