There's an elephant in the room And it's fucking huge A prophecy of gloom Looming larger than life of gigantuous height In full plain sight And right under our upturned noses Luca bos poses No trumping it's trunk No growling or grunts It's quiet Big there Stillness impressive Presence oppressive Passive aggressive Does powerful nothing yet Enough to be felt, smelt Knelt at the altar of pray What shall we do? Call emergency or London Zoo Definitely don't stare Or acknowledge it's there Keep calm and carry on Keep moving along Though nothing is wrong Make pleasant exchanges Of weatherly changes Rain I say The proper way Stiff upper lip And all that And chit-chat And be a good chap And pass the sugar One lump or two? But whatever you do Don't mention the elephant In this room