Dryer’s Done

Ding! Dryer’s done

In goes damp, out comes dry

Glaring glow emanating

From unfolded garb

Imploring to be folded

Perceiving plenty of pants

Inside out, not outside in

Sensing invisible socks

Divorced from their mates

The warmth emerging

Is pleasant and congenial

‘Course, don’t leave them out too long

‘Else mother comes and finds you out

Oh, the warmth you feel when

Ding! Dryer’s done



Rather than fly, the elephant refuses to resist gravity. It never enjoyed the luxury of the exospheric air beating its face.

As a young calf, it never excelled at hide-and-seek, much to the poor thing’s complete dismay. Remaining unseen can’t be found among its many fortes. Apparently possessing smaller ears serves as an outstanding bonus when attempting to lie low. If you failed to observe, the elephant lacks this particular quality, among others that provide excellent camouflage.

Many days, the elephant sighs, wishing he could have the beautiful short tusks of a boar. But alas, the pitiful elephant’s tusks don’t resemble those of a boars’. As you may well imagine, this adds to the list of qualities not assisting the dear elephant play hide-and-seek.

Notice how yesterday’s footprints collected last night’s rain storm? This is easily explained when you elaborate on the elephant’s exiguity of diminutiveness. An exiguity of diminutiveness? Not only can the elephant’s brain comprehend such convoluted speech, it cannot outweigh that of a person’s!

The elephant’s greatest obstacle in playing hide-and-seek existed in the capacity of not possessing a less obvious nose. As a calf, he could never tuck his nose in. It would stick out of his desired hiding place, calling his friends to his location. He wished he could possess one of those regular noses whose sole job is to take in smells and odors.

Not only did his nose shun staying tucked in his hiding place, it declined to remain silent. When his smaller friends would sneeze, not a single head would turn. When the young elephant sneezed, the world stopped spinning for a single second. Heads would turn, eyes would stare, and the elephant, once more, would leave his hiding place.