BLOG NUMBER SIXTY-SIX: ON THE S(T)EVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS...

PROBOSCIS by Steven Holding.

Four, not one, roam the room. Eyesight like three mice. Trunks caressing, each hazard a guess.

Bunch of five bananas? A bent baguette?

Hairy coconut? Saveloy atop two veg?

The pachyderm herd clash; tusks then heads. Realise they’re touching a man.

After pulling him to pieces, most probably dead.