ANNE 17

If the Daily Mail got me £410 thousand
A few years ago
The readerS were sure as I was
In fact everyone there did know
LOngleat was going to provide us
With a haven and ele’s around
They sure were noble intentions
But since then there has not been a sound

Cracknell said I needed privacy and
What would he know how I tick
I went along with all that what could I do?
He must have thought I was thick
From my birth in Sri Lanka
All those years ago
The circus the beatings the pain
With the mirror the mail and the sun
On my trail and the guardian too
It was plain

As the trunk on my face
People loved me
And longleat Just wasnt to be
My forever place
That wasn’t the case
Limousin France Held the key

There were at least other elephants there
And it was friendship, that’s what
I needed for afterall my heart was broken
Up to that time I had not
Had all my wishes granted For certain
Infact I had been badly let down
Promises promises courage aforethought
When I left Colombo town

The beauty of all of those forests
A pearly in the ocean for me
Sure I was young buy my dreams conquered all
And the rest of mynlife I could see
Turned from pure magic to frightful and shocking
Put on a ship with the waves was I rocking
Sickly like hell but promised that I
Would reach a place with the bluest of sky

Ofcourse they were lies what a odious place
Graceless and repulsive
Not something to face
A circus the ankus used often on me
Bashed where it hurts but where no one could see
One after another the trainers came by
Bashing me senseless and winking their eye
A throwback to mahouts who treated me poor
And made me feel sicker than seeing deaths door

Born free were sentient the rest not at all
Adrian Lanfear came when I did call
He was my friend he showed to me
He cared, his petition its out there to see
Its all just so tedious being stuck here
I twiddle my trunk dropping one or two tear
Its so deadly dull and such a lack of fire
That in essence I never may find true desire