Nellie the Elephant Takes a Break

The elephant slide from St Brelade's Elephant Park is off for refurbishment, as captured in this photo from Facebook. Here's a poem about it, with allusions to other elephant related material! I like to write lighter poems sometimes!

Nellie the Elephant Takes a Break

Nellie the Elephant packed her trunk,
And said goodbye to the Elephant park;
Off she went with a trumpety trump,
Leaving the children down in the dump;
Where their pink elephant once sat,
Was just an empty wooden slat;
The children cry, where is she? they say:
Meanwhile along the Weighbridge way,
Drinkers saw a large Pink Elephant whizzing by;
Did I drink too much? Can an Elephant fly?
Nellie was on a trailer, off to a nice spa,
To be spruced up, she had to travel far;
But she didn’t trundle off to the jungle,
Unless her lorry driver made a bungle,
And if so, what a Dumbo he would be,
He’d say, “oh dear, oh dear oh me”;
But she’ll be back, and before September:
That, like the elephant, you can remember;
And the Technicolor Pachyderm once again
Will grace the play park, and there reign;
Just the thing for children come to play:
On such a nice warm sunny Summer’s day;
Children slide down, you sip your lemonade:
As you see the Pink Elephant on Parade!