The pink elephant
Lost in a forest of enchantment, the pink elephant sleeps, lies solemnly on the feathers of existence it bears no fame, still the mystery of the pink elephant remains,
Of all the animals that are, the pink elephant is the loveliest by far,
Friends may be few, as they wonder why its colour stands askew, but that doesn’t make him less of a friend to everyone
he meets, no attention he seeks the pink elephant just simply exists,
Not merging but sticking out, ripping the edges tearing the box, though he seems at times to be out of sorts,
The pink elephant is wonderfully tamed; he reeks of greatness and charm, for there is simply none like him.
They come in hordes of grey boring and ordinary, but I sir im not lame standing unashamed,
In a forest of enchantment the mystery of the pink elephant remains.
Written by Laurna Guiste on a spur of inspiration by her new friend AnElephantCant