17 06 05 ELEPHANT - Kieran
A trunk like a trumpet that rolls up
Like a snail.
Like a running tap.
The sound of a trumpet
Blowing in
The day
I see an elephant running away.
Dirty skin covered in mud stamping.
Its feet with a thud.
Grey skin and very tough,
He always plays really,
Rough.
The sound of a trumpet
Blowing in
The day
I see an elephant running away.
The tusks are banana shaped,
But sharp like a sword.
Thin but tough like its skin,
Shiny like a silver tin.
Kieran
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