An elephant painted a picture.

lots of important people said that the picture was good, and talked about it for a long time amongst themselves.

it was then revealed that it was an elephant who painted the picture, and the man said this was proof that the painting was bad, and all the people who liked it were silly for saying so.

the elephant was sad, and sat weeping in his house

for days and days and days

The END

For days and days
without a sound,
looking through holes
made by woodworm.

the small prince was here,
surveying the plans
for his castle
to be built inside a pillbox
for the sick.

“These blueprints, make them greener
then you will have my permission,
to plant a tree so huge
it blocks the entrance,

there i’ll be.”