You’re the Elegance, by Chris Goode

There may be herds of elephants,

And exposure to the elements,

But you’re always the elegance

In my room;

We may be fat or scrawny,

Irascible or horny,

But you’re always the elegance

In my room;

When politicos are prating,

And their utterances are grating,

You’re ever the elegance

In my room;

Life may be quite a struggle

But we’ll curl up for a huggle

‘Cos you’re always the elegance –

The all-will-be-wellegance –

As I’m under-your-spellegance –

You’re always the elegance

In my room!