There’s an Elephant in My Bedroom
There’s an elephant in my bedroom;
I see it every day.
But when I tell my mom and dad,
He just vanishes away.
They say that he’s not really there,
That it all is in my head.
But if that is really so,
Who’s been eating peanuts in my bed?
©2011 Art Belliveau
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Hi, Art, been enjoying your poems. They would be really cute in a book with illustrations. I say go for it!
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