Whilst bouncing across my garden, the sun high in the sky
I happened upon a Gorillaphant, tears welling in each eye.
He said to me in trumpet-whoop: Oi young fellow all pinkly-red
What say you about my nose; do you think it suits my head?
Now honesty, so says my mum, is the way to get along.
So I mentioned quite truthfully; his head was flat, his nose too long.
Yet more than that I did pursue, his silver back and flapping ears
His hairy arms and swishing tail dangling from his rear.
Alas, his tears turned into waterfalls, flooding the petunias.
Honesty had let me down, yet slightly more peculiar;
The Gorillaphant looked just like me, plump and pinkly-red,
And with mirrored sneer he bounced on straight ahead,
Into my house, into my bath and right into my bed.