You cannot hold us responsible for the ceiling patch that eventually fell through.
The pachyderm arose at an ungodly hour and began his ceaseless pacing.
We judged him quite careless and derelict, as he tore up the carpets and chortled his snout across the plywood floor sucking up each securing staple!
We suppose that’s how the elephant fell through to room 122.
We had a tactful word with the beast in the bathroom tub;
nevertheless good Sir, “Bon Voyage.”
In good conscience, we’re leaving him with you.