A fat man's domestic problems - John Romeril

Here's a poem from a book of poems I've had for at least 30 years. I found it recently tucked away in my bookshelf. I love the imagery and its metaphoric language. 

i am an elephant

compared to elephants

no mirror can hold me and live

to tell the story

look at the way i eat

spilling my gravy, tearing

at the bread stuffing the children's heads

with nonsense and jungle books

any wonder you complain

and the blankets do slip off

and the light on the stairs is not yet fixed

and the landing creaks as the elephant comes home late again

with another story curled up in his trumpet