The Pact - Hippo/Bandicoot Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A teensie weensie bandicoot
was chewing on a comfrey root.
The bandicoot had inflammation
brought on by frequent mastication
of fructose, glucose and cigars
and now and then a bar of Mars.
As you may know, all bandicoots
wear dark hippopotamus boots,
they trade in spiders, insects who
due to their size will never do
and hippo's gladly will exchange
for grass and hay straight from the range,
as hippo's eat a lot of grass
transforming some of it to gas.

So, usually quite late at night
the hippo's, hungry for a bite,
meet on the banks the bandicoots,
(the ones who wear those hippo boots) .
It is amazing what a small
and muscular, not very tall,
a rodent-like quick critter can
transport in weight, more than a man.

The bandicoot is very vain,
as half his small reptilian brain
is taken up with pride of species,
the other half contains just feces.
So, boots are on the shopping list
and here the hippo will assist.
That's how in nature things could go
but rest assured, it isn't so.