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For lunch in my zoo, they did not sell hot dogs. Instead we had dot hogs for lunch. When it comes to eating dots, I think I am the biggest hog. Yummy, I love dots.
Instead of drinking chocolate milk for lunch, we had mocolate chilk. I think I spilt some chilk on my new shirt. I hope it comes out in the wash.
And then for dessert instead of eating cotton candy we had – well, I guess we had cotton candy, too. Those words sound the same when you play my imaginary game.
Next, instead of going to see a hippopotamus, in my zoo we went to see a pippohotamus. I had a hard time saying the name of that animal.
I know that some zoos have caves with flying bats. My imaginary zoo had a cave with bye-ing flats. They were very thin and only knew how to say, “Good-bye”, even when they meant to say, “Hello.” That’s silly.
In my imaginary zoo I did not see any hopping toads. But there were a lot of topping hoads. The hoads were stacked up twenty feet high. Each hoad was trying to get on top.
Many zoos have lions and tigers and bears, oh my. But my zoo did not. My zoo had bions and ligers and tears – mo hi.
Some zoos I know have lots of swimming dolphins. My imaginary zoo had lots of dimming swolphins. Mommy and Daddy always get mad when I play with the light dimmer in our living room. But the swolphins were turning the lights up and down without even getting in trouble.
My Mommy walked by and saw that I was still sitting on the naughty spot and she said, “Oh, Baby, are you still sitting here? You don’t have to sit here any more. You can get up.”
I told my Mommy I was sorry for stomping my feet. I told her I was sorry for making faces and yelling at her and Daddy.
She said, “I accept your apology.” Then she said, “And, I am sorry for not giving you a direct answer to your question. Daddy and I looked at the calendar and we can go to the zoo next Saturday.”
I said, “That’s okay Mommy, I already went to the zoo. Maybe we can go to the beach instead.”
Mommy laughed. And, I laughed too.
So I asked my little Kublai with his big sad face
Where are the doggy toys that once litter the place
No chewy ball, no pull rope or bone of cloth
No toy birds or animals how did so much get lost
Kublai pointed his nose and glanced his eyes
Toward the fury Genghis caught by surprise
Genghis stretched his front legs and let out a yap
Rolled on his back and purred like a cat
Wagging his tail and licking Kublai face
But nothing could make up for what had taken place
Kublai growled and snapped at his little friend
Genghis dived under the bed his tail following him
Now Kublai be nice no fighting will resolve
We need little Genghis for this mystery to solve
So I bent down to get Ghengis from under my bed
This is what I saw with covers over my head
It looked like Noah's Ark had disembarked
A hundred plastic eyes stare at me from the dark
With flash light I begin to see
Little fury faces staring back at me
There were lions tigers and bears
A raccoon who had lost his hair
Squirrels and chipmunks a sock monkey or two
Cats and rabbits and a toy dog of blue
A tailless whale, a duck without his beak
A mouse and a hedgehog who had chewed feet
A elephant and donkey to be politically correct
A horse with mange a giraffe with a sore neck
There was a seal and rubber balls
A wingless goose and a zebra I recall
A headless clown, another mouse and armadillo
With stuffing of white exposed from these fellows
As I freed each toy into the light
Kublai happily dance with delight
After I removed the hippopotamus
There hid Genghis who brought this upon us
He crawled out from under his lair
His head was down from shame and fear
But I picked up the little growler and gave him a hug
And Kublai licked his face without a grudge
So now there is a legend within our home
If ever it seems all the toys have roamed
We know where to seek and free them
Under the bed in Genghis's Kingdom.
Here I Stand, a muse
On the sacred hills of Idanre
Overlooking the land of my ancestors
A Land overflowing with vast varieties of unquantifiable resources
Land of Noble kings, elegant queens and fearless warriors
A Land where rain, sun, stars, and the moon
Never blink their eyes
Here I Stand
On the lofty heights of Sacred Idanre hills,
Savouring the beauty of a Land where Lions and leopards
Intermingle and stroll freely,
Ravelling, sunbathing and basking
In the vast, relentless forest, and bushes of Africa,
Playing hide and seek with nature;
A Land where elephants and hippopotamus
Hi five each other while listening to moonlight tales
Here I Stand, a muse
On the beautiful hills of Idanre
Savouring a Land of Bald Men with unquantifiable fountains
Of gray hairs saturated with wisdom;
And ageless mother's with locomotive
Of unquenchable milk of Love for humanity
Land of green white green, signifying hope, fertility and purity;
With people of different tongues and characteristics
Yet laced with one fate;
A Land,
Where citizens relentlessly toil to till the sacred soil
Our ancestors bequeathed us,
From dawn to dusk
With the fervent hope that tomorrow,
Entails a bountiful harvest befitting of the
Sacrifices of our sacred ancestors and God's gift to humanity!
A young friendly hippopotamus
lived by the river, across from us
Then one day five hunters came
Looking to shoot big easy game.
*
They put five bullets in his head
And now our friendly hippos dead
They should bow heads in shame
The lodge will never be the same.
*
To kill that beast a heinous crime
They should do some prison time
The rangers came arrested three
But two hunters escaped scot free
*
They ran into the bush to hide
Walked straight into a lion pride
They paid a price, they did offend
'Cos Karma got them in the end.
Written 11th November 2020.
Kay wanted a hippopotamus
for Christmas,
nothing else would do,
her family bore the witness.
She did not want a fancy doll
or a fuzzy teddy bear,
She did not want a frilly dress
or sparkles for her hair.
Santa crossed the isthmus
with water on both sides,
he found the mighty river horse*
and shrank it down in size.
Santa made his run
on snowy Christmas Eve,
Placed the beast below the tree
and turned around to leave.
Little Kay was standing there
wiping sleep away,
She hugged pink hippo very tight and knew
her life would once again be gay**
* "hippopotamus" comes from Greek words meaning "river horse".
**”gay” meaning “lighthearted and carefree”.
A pod of pelicans flew by me the other morning and as I bid them au revoir…I wondered to myself if they know how graceful they all are.
Of course this is a mystery I’m likely never too unlock…but it led to a host of other questions as I continued on my walk.
Does a tree know how majestic he is…a nightingale how lovely is her song…does an octopus realize his intelligence…does an elephant know he’s strong?
How does night know when to become day…how does the moon know when to rise…do clouds feel when they’ve been painted by the sun…do rabbits communicate with their eyes?
Does a hippopotamus know how much he weighs…do otters really know how to play…do prairie dogs actually kiss…is an owl as wise as they say?
Can the oceans comprehend their vastness…or how the sunlight turns them blue…do the waves on the tides know where they’ve been…or where they’re going to?
Do butterflies and flowers know how beautiful they are…do flamingos know they are beguiling…do crickets have a conductor…why are dolphins always smiling?
I imagine these questions and others like them shall remain as elusive as the gracefulness of a pelican’s wings…but how lucky are we as humans that we can wonder about such things.
lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons
gastrointestinal tract
vis a vis flatulence croons
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion
eliminates fecal waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe
(against time) and jet propulsion
of sphincter muscles'
spasmodic desperately raced
unpleasant symptom of anxiety/ panic attack
twas a stranger to this rhyme stir,
who now finds himself barrack
cay did, and held hostage, where thoughts
about mooning doth not crack
a smile, or baring derriere tubby more exact
me up - matter of fact
no source of laughter, nada one ha intact
(despite usual presence of chuckles
from this fan of good humor) high jacked
for what seems a maternity leave
from all mothers tub be
thus envision, a bevy of pregnant gals
aching with cramps he
ving (times square of the hippopotamus)
with cervix fully dilated key
ping alert, when mother nature ready
to pull up all stops (via umbilical cord)
to deliver nee,
sans bundle of joy, followed
in quick succession with after birth re:
placental sack, hence said effort to expel newborn
the closest scenario experience ill suited to dance
afflicting this anxiety prone lovely bones, an all expanse
paid (seat of the pants) accursed bane of proletariat grants
no truce to attend finds me pampered asper this rants!
Noah welcomed his passengers aboard the ark two-by-twos,
For a trip ordained by God, a hundred and fifty day cruise.
It rained steadily for forty miserable days and nights.
The waters of the deep lifted them to towering heights!
His manifest listed an assortment of strange bedfellow,
Ever whining with a din of roars, screeches and bellows!
No one was pleased with their meager accommodations.
The captain's purser was pressed to quell all frustrations!
Elrod the elephant wanted a stall upgrade ere the trip had begun.
Brian the lion was always on the prowl, snapping at everyone.
Gus the hippopotamus complained about the poor cuisine.
Mr and Mrs Wildebeest were bored with the whole routine!
Lena the hyena annoyed all with her constant, raucous laugh.
Low ceilings and doorways irritated Mr and Mrs Giraffe.
Amanda the panda was agitated about the quality of bamboo.
And hopping mad about everything was Mister Kangaroo!
The six-hundred year old Noah handled things with great aplomb,
Meeting all challenges with great restraint and calm.
He would be well-qualified to command a cruise ship today.
Two-legged critters he could soothe ere he said, "Anchors aweigh!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
A hippo never went to school
which seems quite the catawampus
tho' he's no fool it's not cool
as there's no hippo campus
and wild is the hippo
while the horse may be tamed
yet both are herbivores
with large teeth to graze or crop
and altho' the hippo has an equine nickname
that's where the similarity stops
as the hippo is the horse of the river
(a horse of a different colour?)
causing him to be conflicted and confused
thus these words of wisdom I deliver
they'll walk trot or run on the sand
but the horse is not the hippo of dry land
so when he did wonder why
to clarify then classify
after several lobotomi
he was heard to query
"What kind of hippopotami?"