Pizza oven
I put my pizza oven
in the corner of the room
because my elephant likes pizza;
but, I had to move the loom;
and the grand piano,
the billiard table, too;
my Moto Guzzi sidecar,
an African canoe;
the Vienna String Quartet,
who were playing by the fire;
and every single member
of the Vienna Male Voice Choir.
Because my elephant loved pizza,
he shrank and disappeared;
and all the musicians hurried back,
they applauded and they cheered;
Occasionally, my elephant,
he comes and visits me,
together we get drunk;
mull about the old times,
we natter ‘til way past three;
but every time he’s in the room,
I think, that maybe he has shrunk;
and maybe one day, in a future time,
he’ll really pack his trunk.
Brill! Most visual – and informative!
Thank you, I do try to edumacate with my words, Ruth. G:)