DID SOMEONE STOOL MOI ELEPHANT?

While going frantically through the house, I wrote a poem -- it ain't much, but you get the drift:

When a Cigar is Just a Cigar

...the gossips are yammering

over the affair, the insider

trading, the teenager sent

away, the lay-off...so many

elephants in the room

ignored by polite company

(except when whispers

surface with sideway

glances, raised eyebrows...)

But I do mean what I say:

"My elephant really is missing--

 wherefore, art thou, Moi Love!"

I shall keep keep ransacking through the house until I find 

And for a wonderful post about Eames' Elephants, go HERE!

[Prov.: A Jonathan Adler store (I think) in San Francisco.  Originally bought as a birthday present for the Hubby...]