Our Little Hippo Mate (Hippo Series No 1) Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
Our Little Hippo Mate (Hippo Series No 1)
Horace the hippo.
No grace,
Just an ugly face.
He stands there
Looking fat
And that.
And there is here.
They have no fear
I message
I could send
'I just want to be your friend'
As being wooden
I don't want to be tooken.
For me would be dire
To be put on the fire.
I just want to be your unbending friend.....
Don't take any wooden nickles and you won't be tooken with a token.
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4/19/2024 7:34:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Poor Horace, just wanting to be our friend. I know he's in here somewhere (the boat, I mean) but terrified as he is he can't be found..... Must read No.2 now... Fran xxx