Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)
I had hip hippopotopup
that grew and grew, spread up and up,
around around, in girth and length
from helplessness to untold strength:
Earth trembled, fearless turned devout,
as courage failed, paled thin and stout.
One day when just about to sup
dread hippo devoured plates, jug and cup
three dozen sets of spoons and forks,
left hippomess far worse than orcs,
or garbage strikes that plague New York.
Since then armed teeth that envy Krupp
gnashed table legs, both bottles, corks,
consumed with most bloodthirsty squawks.
For life I fear, am sure one stalks
in waiting, beady eyes like hawks,
should e'er I venture out for walks.
No raptor could withstand its clout,
Tyrannosaurus, pleading gout,
would bow out just before prize bout.
No crocs withstand gore shocks when drought
deprives them of their hide-out route.
Dentists' apprentices mental state
in vain rant, rage, cant fulminate
their arguments' uncertain weight
no water hold. Repast would find
both flesh and blood, before, behind,
beneath aligned teeths' molar grind
all, maligned, crushed, double-bind
that rips from body cultured mind.
But let us not anticipate
the worst event since cousin Kate
turned cannibal and Archie ate.
What luck Bulgaria stands out
as hippo free, nor fangs, nor snout
for otherwise I'd up the spout
be swallowed whole without a doubt
Fresh fare for lunch, spare ribs to crunch,
I've got a hunch he'd munch, much munch.
A horseback hippo trip O My!
I'd pray for Pegasus to fly!
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