It’s like trying to hide an elephant in my pocket
During a tour of a Victorian mansion
And hoping no one notices.
I have to keep it quiet. Embarrassing.
Actually,
It would be a riot, having an elephant stomp about
Trumpeting its inconvenience and trampling
Intricate adornments of gold filigree and floral patterns.
They were uncomfortable rooms anyway,
Even without the elephant in my pocket.
Not allowed to sit on half the chairs,
Afraid to sit on the rest.
Are the antique chairs, vases, and fine wine glasses
Really important to you?
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