Elephants, when they are on the run
are wily - and not to be outdone
with red painted balls they climb with ease
and hide up high in cherry trees.
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Michael Edwards (
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I am laughing out so loud, wonderful start to my day Michael.
Andy
I often think of undercover elephant who, to disguise himself, wore a lone ranger type mask and he was the only elephant around - thanks Andy. So pleased it gave you a laugh.
Oh lol, that's where they hide then!
Didn't you know?
I found one in my custard. It had painted its feet yellow. Can't trust em
And they paint their trunks to look like rhubarb - they are wily critturs.
They paint the underside of their feet yellow so they cant be seen hiding upside down in the custard. (Whats yellow and dangerous? ... shark infested custard of course)
They get everywhere..... how can u tell the elephants been in the fridge .... footprints in the jelly...... How can u tell theres an elephant in the oven..... u cant close the door....
I could go on and on and.....
Those poor L E Phants, the butt of so much humour - and what a butt.
ANGELA HERE - GOOD AFTERNOON - Uncle Mike Love the HELIBORES again - Love MAUVE - La Secrete de Victoria et Brain ! Love all Elephant Jokes !
Late arrivals @ the Down Town Strutters Ball - Herr und Frau FANTFUTT - UMBRELASTANDT und Der Jewish Nephew ELI (No 1. In the Late Arrivals @ The Ball Annual 2005)
Love the COUPLETS but Me thinks he could have been snookered ! Have you ever seen an ELE with a cherry sized SCROTUM ? Trust me Im an ANIMAL ANATOMIST !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angel & Brian 🧡🤍💙🤍🧡
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Can't say I'm an expert in matters elephants scrotums. Can't get the hang of them.
They must have been awfully BIG cherries! I do like your humor, Michael.
They were and a bit sour - or so I am told!!
Which begs the question..
(Q) So how do they get down again...
(A) they sit on a leaf and wait till fall
Nice one sir Michael
Neville
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