Pink Elephants



PINK SATURDAY

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PINK ELEPHANTS

Do the Mothers who buy these toys

For their innocent girls and boys

Understand the derivation

And the boozy association?

'Seeing pink elephants' once met drinking

Until one's state was utterly stinking,

Until one was underneath the table;

'Drunk as a skunk' was another label!

The elephants seen weren't really there

And pink ones, anyway, are very rare.

And yet the idea that a pachyderm

With a trunk as wiggly as a worm,

And fur instead of a leathery hide

Might sleep in the cot by the baby's side,

It's sweetness vouched for by being 'pink'

Is an idea from which I shrink!

Should the child grow up to be

Not known for its sobriety

When it sees pink elephants it will muse

'Ah, a toy like my Mum would choose!'

It will be led deeper into perdition

Unaware of its drunk condition.

No, I jest, very tongue in cheek;

Such a drinker would be a freak!

But isn't it strange that commerce decrees

Odd cross-overs such as these?

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TOO MUCH!

Wasn't it enough that you were beautiful;
That the air was warm, the sea was cool and the sand crisp beneath your feet?
Why gild the lily with such a rainbow board!
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