A Harry Halloween
Harry Hippo was not hairy
And not hip he would admit
He had no use for people
Until he used one, for a sit
It felt so good to his behind
A nice cushion it would create
His big butt did not hurt them much
But then again, did not smell great!
He hired out to a haunted house
For thrill seekers everywhere
For those who may have lost a bet
Or might be, caught up in a dare
On Halloween there is nothing
That could be, much more scary
Than that hippopotamus,
Known everywhere as Harry!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2019
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