Elephant - Imelda May

There’s an elephant in the room

And its fucking huge

A prophecy of gloom

Looming larger than life

Of gigantuous height

In full plain sight

And right under our upturned noses

Luca bos poses

No trumping it’s trunk

No growling or grunts

It’s quiet

Big

There

Stillness impressive

Presence oppressive

Passive aggressive

Does powerful nothing yet

Enough to be felt, smelt

Knelt at the altar of

Pray, what shall we do?

Call emergency or London Zoo

Definitely don’t stare

Or acknowledge it’s there

Keep calm and carry on

Keep moving along

Though nothing is wrong

Make pleasant exchanges

Of weatherly changes

«Rain?

I say!»

The proper way

Stiff upper lip

And all that

And chit chat

And be a good chap

And pass the sugar

«One lump or two?»

But whatever you do

Don’t mention the elephant

In

This

Room!