My Elephant is Missing
By Kenn Nesbitt
I cannot find my elephant.
He must have run away.
He isn't on the sofa
where he promised he would stay.
I've looked around the living room,
the kitchen and the hall.
My elephant is missing
and I'm not sure who to call.
I'll need to get a bloodhound
who can track him by his scent,
or hire a house detective
to discover where he went.
He isn't in the basement
or the attic or the yard.
You'd think, to find an elephant
would not be quite so hard.
Perhaps I'll make some posters,
and I'll offer a reward.
I'd make it more, but fifty cents
is all I can afford.
If you should see my elephant,
he answers to "Jerome."
Please tell him that I miss him
and I wish he'd come back home.
He knows the way. It's up the street
and down our garden path.
And next time I won't warn him
when it's time to take his bath.
I'd forgotten that being sunburned makes me sleepy, even several days after the fact when I no longer feel like I have a fever in specific parts of my body. So I am still behind on everything and feeling lazy! I went out with Adam to get bagels, stopping at AC Moore for picture frames but their ads were completely misleading about what was on sale, so we came home only with lots of flavored cream cheese and a dozen bagels, plus son decided to make chocolate chip cookies when he realized we were out of brownies.
I had laundry to fold, so since Adam had not seen Chaplin, we watched it and I have to admit that even if it's not remotely feminist and can't even pass the Bechdel Test, I find it easier to watch than Mad Max: Fury Road. Then in the evening we all watched Green Lantern since we hadn't seen it since it was new...okay, it has not improved with time and I'd probably watch Fury Road again before that! Since I found out that it was World Elephant Day on Wednesday, here are the Maryland Zoo's elephant colony: