The elephant in the room Is tired of being a metaphor. He is tired of standing in for unpleasant, awkward things. He is tired of being ignored - Of being invisible. He wants to do the same things All elephants like to do Like painting his toenails red; Hiding in apple trees; Jumping on ants. If he could, he would pack his trunk And cram himself into the backseat of a Volkswagen beetle With a couple of his friends. Maybe head down the ocean For a weekend. But he knows he can't. Because however he got into our room The door isn't big enough For him to get out. He could just smash through But that would be pretty awkward and uncomfortable for everyone. He hates being awkward.