Elephant (an acrostic poem)

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Everything evolved to be so different as he grew older and wiser

Little things became huge, the huge things became so small

Every wrinkle in his face captured memories that witnessed a lifetime

Perhaps his reputation was that of a mild mannered servant

However he had sharp, hard tusks that had seen more than one battle

And he had the girth and stature to use them effectively

Not that most of his adversaries tried, and those that did

They usually ended up being trampled underfoot.

Portly (an acrostic poem)

Pushing the limits of girth and mirth

Obscures the reality of the situation

Realizing that it’s all in the spirit

Totally makes it worth it

Little things like a wild eyed child

You love being called Santa

 

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