Every elephant has to carry its own trunk around.
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Elephant On The Telephone
There’s an elephant on the telephone
Who wants to make a trunk call
To the elegant but pleasant gent
That he calls his negligent uncle
Who had forgotten, since he’s not
An elephant with great foresight,
To tie a tight knot upon the spot
In his cotton handkerchief, a fortnight
Ago in November, so he’d remember
That December’s the time for going shopping
For expensive gifts he intends to fit
In the elephant’s huge Christmas stocking.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Elefans' Fans - Elefans' Fans - Gray Eulogy written in a Country Backyard
Enormous fan ears,
Like trees legs large, small rope tail,
Ends pointed, tusk spears.
Flanks walls, pack I derm trunk snake
ANSwer: blind faith tale's trumps wake.
21 March 2009 robi3_1871_saxe1_0003 PAH_NXX
Acrostic Tanka Elefans
The Blind Men and the Elephant
It was six men of Hindostan
To learning much inclined
Who went to see the Elephant
[Though all of them were blind];
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.
The first approached the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
"Bless me, it seems the Elephant
Is very like a wall."
The second, feeling of his tusk,
Cried, "Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp.
To me ‘tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear."
The third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Then boldly up and spake:
"I see, " quoth he, "the Elephant
Is very like a snake."
The fouth stretched out his eager hand
And felt about the knee,
"What most this mighty beast is like
Is mighty plain, " quoth he:
"'Tis clear enough, the Elephant
Is very like a tree."
The fifth who chanced to touch the ear
Said, "Even the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan."
The sixth, no sooner had began
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
"I see, " cried he, "the Elephant
Is very like a rope."
And so these men of Hindostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right
And all were in the wrong.
John Godfrey SAXE 1816_1887 saxe01_0003_saxe01_0000 PXX_EJX
poem by Jonathan Robin
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It's as if she's fallen off an elephant's trunk.
An elephant does not get tired carrying his trunk.
Ask The Dragon
Ask the dragon why shes crawling with eight legs,
And she says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a giraffe why hes keeping his neck straight,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a bird why hes flying so high,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a girl why shes dancing in the wind,
And this is what she says:
Ask an elephant why hes raising his trunk,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a tiger why hes running so fast,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a monkey why hes swinging from a tree,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a guy why hes dancing in the sun,
And this is what he says:
Ask an elephant why hes raising his trunk,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a tiger why hes running so fast,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a monkey why hes swinging from a tree,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a guy why hes dancing in the sun,
And this is what he says:
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Ask The Dragon
Ask the dragon why shes crawling with eight legs,
And she says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a giraffe why hes keeping his neck straight,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a bird why hes flying so high,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a girl why shes dancing in the wind,
And this is what she says:
Ask an elephant why hes raising his trunk,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a tiger why hes running so fast,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a monkey why hes swinging from a tree,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a guy why hes dancing in the sun,
And this is what he says:
Ask an elephant why hes raising his trunk,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a tiger why hes running so fast,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a monkey why hes swinging from a tree,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a guy why hes dancing in the sun,
And this is what he says:
song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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By joining the tail to the trunk one makes up the whole elephant.
An elephant never tires of carrying his own trunk.
Waa
Rat was
Play for
Elephant...
Elephant also play
for rat...
Suddenley
Angry mood
Elephant
Told rat
'Go to play for cat'
Ok...
Ok..
Told the rat bite
The elephant leg
And run to run...
With smile...smile...
Very soory
Elephant was cry
With lough for rat...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Elephant Heaven
The sun was hot, the breeze was cool,
The day had just begun...
The elephant must find a pool
Where he could have some fun!
So off he went, his trunk held high,
Remembering the past!
With one huge twinkle in his eye
Till he arrived! At last!
The water waited patiently...
Warmed by the sun above...
The giant slipped in daintily...
His heart so full of love!
'This is the place! I'll stay awhile...
I'll rest and take my ease...'
He slurped the water with a smile,
'I'll do just as I please! '
With that, he splashed and thrashed around!
The fish fled for their lives!
They'd lost the sense of peace they'd found!
God knows how each survives!
The elephant then had a whim...
Submerging like a whale...
'I'll show these fishies how to swim! '
Flat out, he swished his tail!
The fishies looked enthralled, amazed!
Astounded he could float!
If men had seen this, they'd be dazed,
For he was like a boat!
The elephant went on his way...
Refreshed, revitalised!
At last, he bid them all good day...
Gob smacked... and still surprised!
Denis Martindale, copyright,2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Elephant Heaven'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Elefans' Fans' Grey Tanka Eulogy written on a Grass Green Country Backyard after John Godfrey Saxe The Blind Men and the Elephant
The King was ill. A travelling monk told him to look upon the healing colour of green. The king spent lakhs and lakhs of money hiring artists to paint the entire country green. The monk once again travelled in the vicinity and came to court. He said to the king: 'Would it not have been better to put on green glasses? ' Paraphrased from a story told by Sathya Sai Baba
Guard us from advice
Responses aping logic
As King in a trice
Should have rejected both monk,
Story artists' green leafed trunk.
Green dreams in dark night
Reveal lies theologic
Emerald eyes quite
Express blood red as black junk -
Simplistic suggestions sunk.
Enormous fan ears,
Like trees legs large, small rope tail,
Ends pointed, tusk spears.
Flanks walls, pack I derm trunk snake
ANSwer: blind faith tale's trumps wake.
Guard from blind minds blind
Leads up undermined mined path
As grass green scene signed
Shows more than meets eye. debunk
Surface virid, vivid drunk.
The Blind Men and the Elephant
It was six men of Hindostan
To learning much inclined
Who went to see the Elephant
[Though all of them were blind];
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.
The first approached the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
"Bless me, it seems the Elephant
Is very like a wall."
The second, feeling of his tusk,
Cried, "Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp.
To me ‘tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear."
The third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Then boldly up and spake:
"I see, " quoth he, "the Elephant
Is very like a snake."
The fouth stretched out his eager hand
And felt about the knee,
"What most this mighty beast is like
Is mighty plain, " quoth he:
"'Tis clear enough, the Elephant
Is very like a tree."
The fifth who chanced to touch the ear
Said, "Even the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan."
The sixth, no sooner had began
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
"I see, " cried he, "the Elephant
Is very like a rope."
And so these men of Hindostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right
And all were in the wrong.
John Godfrey Saxe
(26 February 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Little Aggie
When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road
He made each one hold fast with his trunk
To the tail of the elephant walking in front
To stop them from doing a bunk.
There were fifteen in all, so 'twere rather a job
To get them linked up in a row,
But once he had fixed 'em Joe knew they'd hold on,
For an elephant never lets go.
The pace it was set by the big 'uns in front,
'Twas surprising how fast they could stride,
And poor little Aggie, the one at the back...
Had to run till she very near died.
They were walking one Sunday from Blackpool to Crewe,
They'd started at break of the day,
Joe followed behind with a bagful of buns
In case they got hungry on t'way.
They travelled along at a rattling good pace
Over moorland and valley and plain,
And poor little Aggie the one at the back
Her trunk fairly creaked with the strain.
They came to a place where the railway crossed road,
An ungated crossing it were,
And they wasn't to know as the express was due
At the moment that they landed there.
They was half way across when Joe saw the express-
It came tearing along up the track-
He tried hard to stop, but it wasn't much good,
For an elephant never turns back.
He saw if he didn't do something at once
The train looked like spoiling his troupe,
So he ran on ahead and he waggled tho buns
To show them they'd best hurry up
When they caught sight of buns they all started to run,
And they soon got across at this gait,
Except poor little Aggie-the one at the back,
She were one second too late.
The express came dashing along at full speed,
And caught her end on, fair and square
She bounced off the buffers, turned head over heels,
And lay with her legs in the air.
Joe thought she were dead when he saw her lyin' there,
With the back of her head on the line
He knelt by her side, put his ear to her chest,
And told her to say " ninety-nine."
She waggled her tail and she twiggled her trunk ;
To show him as she were alive;
She hadn't the strength for to say "ninety-nine,"
She just managed a weak "eighty-five."
When driver of th' engine got down from his cab
Joe said "Here's a nice howdedo,
To see fifteen elephants ruined for life
By a clumsy great driver like you."
Said the driver, "There's no need to mak' all this fuss,
There's only one hit as I've seen."
Joe said, "Aye, that's right, but they held on so tight
You've pulled back end off t' other fourteen."
Joe still walks around with his elephant troupe,
He got them patched up at the vet's,
But Aggie won't walk at the back any more,
'Cos an elephant never forgets.
poem by Marriott Edgar
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For example, after developing a sound similar to an elephant trumpeting, I wrote the song Elephant Talk which gave my elephant sound an appropriate place to live.
quote by Adrian Belew
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What Do You Expect?
Why do you touch my pony's bump?
When nothing you say of my camel's hump?
And the elephant's trunk you feed no nuts!
But you want to inspect the donkey...
While you touch the monkey's butt!
'I'm a vegetarian...
What do you expect? '
Don't you mean,
Veterinarian?
'No! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An elephant can never fail to carry its tusks.
Even though the elephant is huge enough it cannot carry a big tail.
Safe Crossing
The elephant was very hot and needed to cool down.
The water's edge was very soft, like clay and muddy brown.
The creature comforts looked divine beneath the boiling sun
And so he chose not to decline and start to have some fun!
The water welcomed one and all, to visit anytime.
As if to say, no need to stall... I'm here and it's sublime...
But danger, still, was ever near, as others rightly know.
For some are known to disappear! They simply come... and go.
The elephant has giant eyes, enough to see what's what
And yet temptation leads to sighs, especially when hot...
The gentle giant waded in, upto his trunk and more...
He swam across, with cheerful grin, to reach the other shore...
A lot can happen in a month, with many things to learn!
So he raised his trunk in triumph! Rejoicing in his turn!
The sun still shone, the heat endured, yet he was cooler now...
He felt elated, self-assured, revitalized somehow...
Safe crossing isn't guaranteed, yet when some find success,
It's great to see they can proceed and find new happiness!
I'm far too scared! I'm filled with fear! I'm not exactly brave!
I think I'll stay safe... over here. I'm not too keen to bathe...
I'll find some shade beneath a tree... Let others splash around.
Safe crossing! Great! But not for me! I'm staying on firm ground!
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Safe Crossing'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Elephant
The elephant lay with his trunk
wallowing in the bay
while keeping an eye
on the sleeping crocodile
that lay opposite him.
His eye gazed at the wind farm
whose great blades turned
generating awesome power
far out in the bay
as the clouds of evening tide
floated aimlessly across the sky.
12 August 2012
poem by David Harris
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