The Elephant in the Room

The elephant in the room that isn’t there —
He’s hard to walk around.  He’s big and grey.
My Mummy says it’s not polite to stare.

He never moves.  He can’t fit in a chair,
Just standing there.  He’s always in the way,
The elephant in the room that isn’t there.

Sometimes, at night, I send a little prayer
For God to shoo him out so I can play.
My Mummy says it’s not polite to stare

And if I do, she ruffles up my hair
And asks me what I learned in school today.
The elephant in the room that isn’t there

Has squashed us all apart.  It isn’t fair,
But if I ask about him what they say
Is: ‘Mummy says it’s not polite to stare.’

The grown-ups are pretending not to care —
We never ask how long he wants to stay.
Dear elephant in the room who isn’t there,
My Mummy says it’s not polite to stare.
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