The Wettest Spring I Have Ever Seen

There were slimy spotted frogs jumping out of the oaks, Slickest yellow raincoats worn by the bravest of folks. And giraffes trying to hide in the daisy flowers. While we were saturated with April showers. There were earthworms as large as giant red fire trucks Oozing and itching their way down the green grass Rapidly squirming their way down the sidewalks of mucks. Shinier than slimy wet spit on holiday glass. It was the wettest spring I had ever seen. The neighbors were so wet, they truly turned into mean. It became even more wet in my backyard When three hippopotamuses named Jack, Joe and Jard. Escaped city zoo, and ran to my little known place. They were mean to each other, slapping each face. They tried to sit daintily on my pond’s lily pad. Flooding my house, and making me really mad.