Note To An Aspiring Poet

I'd been in pompous mode
considering myself a Poet,
trying to get at meaning
when my friend's 2 year old
decided to tell me about his day.

Under his guileless paw
a plastic elephant wobbled across
the floor. The boy faked a blast
from the trunk then giggled
“wee wee”.

He'd been to the zoo
and this was the scene that stuck.
I thought, yes that's it.
You might be after something grand
but others just take the piss.