Silly

 

There was a blue elephant in the room
quite normal, you’d think
if you’d had wine to drink.
He was trying to climb a tree
which was waving about –
a delphinium tree –
quite unable to take his weight.
So I rushed for a stake
to support it, you see,
then stood back to allow
him to grab at a bough.
How kind Ma’am, he said,
with a bow of his head,
and curled his long trunk
round the trunk of the tree,
trying to jump unsuccessfully.
The tree fell with a thump.
Splat –
and that
was the end of the elephant
and me.

We Write Poems wanted daft,
so that’s what they’ve got,
for Napowrimo, day 22.