Neal A. Maxwell

"Within the swirling global events- events from which we are not totally immune- is humanity's real and continuting struggle: whether or not, amid the cares of the world, we really choose, in the words of the Lord, to "care for the life of the soul." Whatever our anxious involvements with outward events, this inner struggle proceeds in both tranquil and turbulent times. Whether understood or recognized, this is the unchanging moral agendum from generation to generation."


Saturday, January 24, 2009

Dancing With Pink Elephants

A burst of air swept past me
As I opened the ballroom door
I stood upon the greatness
Of a sparkling marble floor

Specs of silver and gold shone brightly
All scattered on the ground
Excitement soon consumed me
And I began to dance around

A happy jig of insanity
A crazy movement of joy
Tappin' my toes to a rhythm
While feeling a bit coy

Lost in the moment
I'd forgotten where I was
And in a careless second
Life was all pink fuzz

Head first into an elephant
Nearly suffocating to death
Until I hit the floor
Where I painfully gasped for breath

I shuffled to my feet in a hurry
Being startled by the blow
And as I glanced toward the eyes of the offender
The music began to slow

Then suddenly in seconds time
We were sweeping through the hall
It was a waltz I'd never known before
I hoped I wouldn't fall

No, no! This wasn't a waltz
Not a waltz or a jig or a move
It was a sort of elephant dance
Some kind of pink elephant groove

You roll your hips all crazy like
From side to side real slow
Then you elevate your leg
While standing on your toe

And it doesn't end there
In fact it just begins
Add a few steps and repeat them
Over and over again

Needless to say before long
I was completely out of breath
And when the next elephant asked for a dance
It scared me half to death

I looked at him and smiled
Breathed in and out once more
He took my hand and bellowed
"Block the entrance door!"

So on I danced into the night
Of chaos, torture, and tears
Dancing with pink elephants
The demons of my fears

Each had their own style
Their own steps and sequence of jigs
And I fed their evil passion
Those crazy elephant pigs

Buts it's not like I didn't have a plan
To escape their sinister ways
I'd dance my best and show them up
They'd fall dead in my dancing haze.

I waved my arms madly
They didn't have a chance
And when their balance failed them
They were forced to stop their dance

They fell to the floor in exhaustion
I raised my arms and cheered.
"You foolish, foolish, elephant pigs!"
Through the door I jeered.

3 comments:

Silvs said...

I wonder if people realize that this is original work.

You're cool.

Dezi & Brock said...

Wow Charlotte, I've always wanted to dance like you. But to outdance pink elephants??! You're amazing!!

Carlie said...

I didn't know you were a poet - if you were here right now I would be snapping with all the fingers that have enough coordination to snap. Wowzers!