It’s hot in here, and moist and dark
It smells like a regular zoological park
The sound of brickbats we can’t ignore
Leave your crocodile tears outside the door
And we just can’t ignore the elephant in the room
You’ve packed your trunk, you’re up for drama
You ticked all of the boxes on your emotional llama
The taxi’s booked, the cub fare’s paid
You’re pulling the pin of an orang-utangrenade
And we dare not ignore the elephant in the room
What it is, you just can’t say
But it’s extremely large, and wrinkly and grey
It’s got two big ears and four stocky legs
And I’d be very surprised if it’s called Fido, and begs.
Who can even begin to ignore the elephant in the room?
And the elephant is a patient being, it would stay there all day
If you don’t look it face to face, and find the words to say
If you just recognised that the elephant is there and waiting
For your attention, there should be no more hesitating.
As, if we do not ignore the elephant in the room, any more…
It may just go away…
And we may just save our marriage…
the carpet…
and the floor.
Trying to get more and more into poetry recently, and it’s things like this that keep me interested!