I met a pink hippo
Who ate orange peel
His purple pyjamas
Made him look quite surreal
He spoke fluent Spanish,
Italian and Dutch
“But not all together,
that’s simply too much”
His push-bike was tiny
The seat even more
And sitting upon it
Made his ' botty ' quite sore
He asked me the way…
to the King’s limousine
Buckingham palace ?
“No no, that’s the Queen
“I need a wet blanket
It mustn’t be dry
The King of "Where-Am-I"...
keeps a soggy supply”
Then bade me farewell,
as he rode off at speed
Cos cycling pink hippos
Will always succeed

This is a fun poem! It always seems that pieces like these write themselves, or so I've found. The only typo I found was the misspelling of "peel" in the first stanza. Thanks so much for entering my contest!









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KEWL! I'm left with one question though... "Cos cycling pink hippos will surely succeed."... doing what? Cycling? Finding a wet blanket? Perhaps my brain isn't working properly today, but I'm not getting it. LOL
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