Impossible dream....Triplets sonnet
Eleanor the elephant.
When she slept she often dreamt.
She was petite and elegant.
It was her favourite fantasy.
Much better than reality.
Although she knew she’d never be.
Anything but an elephant
Ungainly and inelegant.
Just as Mother Nature meant.
She was constrained by circumstance.
There could not be the slightest chance.
That she would ever learn to dance.
She cannot dance although she tries.
Though she’s allowed to fantasise.
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