The Elephant in the Womb
I am the elephant in the womb
A year and a half I have been here
And I don’t think that I can take much more of this;
There’s no room,
The conditions are cramped – to say the least
And I have heard
‘Tusk’ by Fleetwood Mac
Being played by the cheeky keepers
Too many times –
“I wish to be released!”
I lack room to expand;
Is a delivery date planned?
Will ‘Amazon’ deliver ‘this’ parcel on time?
I won’t mind
And leaving this womb behind.
Oh, no! They are playing ‘Tusk’ once more!
Where is the door?
Will they ever wish me a happy birthday?
Please can we make it happen today.