There was an elephant, oh so big,
t’was rather proud of his twirling trunk
he trumpeted triumphantly til the noise
threatened all, he said they stunk.
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He flung it far from side to side
and lifted slippery trees and stuff
and sweetly smiled his toothy grin,
decidedly drunk on being so tough.
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When bathing, the others fled in droves
and hastily hid behind hills and trees,
for when he sprayed, it covered miles
and soaked the landscape and the seas.
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Then a mote of dust flew down, sliding
up his nostrils and silently stroked his skin –
til he sneezed, and sneezed into the breeze
and collapsed in a heap right on his knees.
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The moral of the poem is that power is self destructive -even for a virus!
