I'll start this prose,
with a pleasant verse.
I'll keep it friendly
and try not to curse.

Puppies and satin
and curtains and ****.
**** it I ****** up
so much for my lit.

Well it's said and done,
I'll just continue.
I promise I'll try,
not to offend you.

A baby elephant
was born today.
It came in to life
it's own neat way.

See? It's happy.
I'm doing quite well.
A few more verses.
This'll be swell.

This baby pachyderm.
A chipper young lad.
Perfectly healthy.
No cause to be sad.

This happy baby,
he loved his hay.
Why he could eat
that hay all day.

Until one day.
The hay was bad.
He killed everyone.
Caused he was mad.

The baby elephant.
He tore off limbs.
He ripped heads
Like flowers from stems.

You never saw
such carnage and fear.
This laddie was cross
and he made it clear.

When the swat team came.
They surrounded the zoo.
They never expected
what they had due.

That little baby,
arose in the roof.
It wasn't a stunt,
it wasn't a goof.

Well before that calf
could say what he wanted.
His life became
sunndenly stunted.

They put a few bullets
in his pudgy body.
They

**** this **** is way too long.
It's like the very last verse.
In a very bad song.