The Circus Elephant Blues
My tutu's not starched and my toe shoes are scuffed
I can't find my tights and my collar's un-ruffed
But life as an elephant isn't so bad
Dancing for peanuts, the best job I've had
It certainly worked for my mum and my dad
Who quite often cried 'til they laughed
The clown doesn't like me, the juggler's upset
If I don't dance sublimely they'll send for the vet.
But hey, at least I get free medical care
And I've got a hot crush on a big dancing bear
And those wonderful dreams where I fly through the air
Such a shame that my outfit looks daft
I may well be blimpishly zeppelin-sized
(So trying to stop me would be ill-advised)
But my jazz-handed jeté and pert pirouette
Will knock you right out of your socks, I would bet
And I leap round the ring like a bird on the wing
While songs from Aida I trunkishly sing
Contributors: | F, Ethetran, dok, Lee, Beefy, Grayman, Dassn't Say, mel, wha. |
Poem finished: | 5th September 2003. |