The Elephant in the Room

Gray skin wrinkled and dusty
Trunk reaching out
Probing the furniture for treats
Snuffling in corners dark and musty

Finding nothing of interest
It moved a little to it's left
Feet steeping daintily
Staying out of trouble
Or at least doing it's best

Leaving enormous footprints on the floor
Mostly round with pronounced toes
This is no ten ton ballerina
Walking in pink slippers
Up high on it's toes

Thin size fifty ears
Flap lightly in amusement
As something funny appears on television
A new episode of Doctor Who or The Gong Show
It's taste is far ranging as you can see
Peanuts to pate'
Enjoying all kinds of party

Long thin tail
Brushing side to side
A little tuft on the end
Whacking me in the nose
In perfect beat
As if it's listening to Wang Chung in it's head
And that's all it wants to do tonight

It turns around slowly
Fixing me with one large intelligent eye
If it could speak
It would tell me something profound
But it cannot be uttered
And not just because it lacks the right sound

It's the Elephant In The Room
And it begs to be acknowledged
In silent accusation
It makes itself at home
Sits down and breaks the sofa
It's not going anywhere
Anytime
Soon