I don't understand why some writers
still sacrifice goats to St. Vitus
It can't help them spell,
and it really does smell
but it will cure the elephantitis.
He sprouted a trunk and big ears
Kids would climb on him and say, 'Cheers!'
As elephants went,
he was quick to consent
Stomped over those who bullied his peers
Leaving the office early, gives me joy,
since I'll have time for a latte with soy.
But my home is empty
And stronger drink tempts me
After that I'll play with my toy
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