Poetry Blogs (elephants)

It's 3 - sometimes 4 in the morning,

When I wake to the terrible tread

As the elephants stamp by on the staircase

To lumber around overhead.

It's 3 - sometimes 4 in the morning,

When sleep leaves and I wake up instead;

At times even daylight is dawning 

When the elephants tramp home to their bed.

But real jumbos are famously quiet,

Their steps are...

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This is part of a new thing I'm quite enjoying; writing poems that children might enjoy. Not children's poetry as such, because I think there's a massive crossover, and I would never alter my semantics for the sake of genre. Anyway, have a look.

The beat can be heard before they arrive,

because they’re very heavy

and coming in droves.

Doom-bah, doom-bah. They seem to...

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