The Elephant in the Room

It is staring from the corner of the room. This, in which I am speaking of is

 the elephant in the room.

It is obvious and sits, as it stares in horrified galore. I can’t seem to help, but think of

the elephant in the room.

It haunts and wranks as it coils itself in my room, who knew that it would be

the elephant in the room.

It stands above me and and spreads across the room, oh what could this be but an

elephant in the room.

As time passes on and the days seem to surpass its luck, I realize just what I need to do to

the elephant in the room

I take up its mighty pile and go down to the washroom and let it set for a while, I soap it up and allow it to spin. Just as if I have always known

the elephant in the room. 

It was nothing scary, but rather daunting, for

the elephant in the room

was merely laundry.

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