Love is a Many Splintered Thing

AnElephantCant help sometimes wondering
About the sort of lady to whom he might be attracted
Elegant and tall
Or pretty but small
It’s hard to tell because he is easily distracted

He imagines her being dark and sultry
With hair that’s the colour of a raven
But without affectation
And obviously patient
Because AnElephant will be always misbehaving

Will she have legs like a giraffe or a springbok
Or be hairy and short like a dwarf
Maybe an hour-glass figure
Or like a beach ball but bigger
Or like Kafka’s beetle will she just metamorph

Perhaps her face will be quite a challenge
With a carrot in place of a nose
Ears like a yacht’s sails
Like the poor Prince of Wales
And will she have webbing between all her toes

They say the eyes are what make the big difference
So he will look but bear this in mind
They may be blue or green
That remains to be seen
But AnElephant is quite colour blind

Will she be like the tan Girl from Ipanema
Whose walk makes the chaps all go aaah
Will she samba along
Like that girl in the song
Or will she hobble with a gait quite bizarre

It might help if she can do magic
Like a fairy with a spell-casting wand
Or even less usual
But not necessarily crucial
Will AnElephant’s new love be a blonde

But let’s forget all these things that she might be
And think what she must be instead
She will have to be clever
And love him forever
And have a trunk that will turn any guy’s head