Poem of the Day

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THE ELEPHANT IN THE FRIDGE

 

There’s an elephant hiding in the fridge?

How can you be so sure?

There are footprints in the margarine

and eggshells on the floor.

 

How did an elephant manage

to get himself inserted?

It must have been a treat to see

the skill that he exerted.

 

Its elementary, my friend,

he slid inside with ease.

He clearly used the margarine

as lubricating grease.

© Allan Cropper
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #

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