Like A Steel…Something

My memory’s like an elephant!
I’ve tried ignoring it; I can’t.
It’s big and fat and in the way;
It smells like hell; it’s wrinkled, grey,
And leathery. Still, I suppose
I envy its prehensile nose.
Did I say memory? That’s not
The word I meant…shoot. I forgot.

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