The Hippo

May 12, 2009
By Eli Sova BRONZE, Comstock Park, Michigan
Eli Sova BRONZE, Comstock Park, Michigan
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He plays in mud.
He is my bud.

All the lady hippo’s think he’s hot,
Cause he can dance like a robot.

He has a face.
He fly’s in space.

He has bonfire’s,
While sitting on wires.

He drinks root beer,
And plays with a sphere.

This poem is over,
In his land rover.


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on May. 17 2009 at 7:53 pm
DinosoarJen DIAMOND, Scottsville, New York
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Favorite Quote:
Just another casualty.
It's sad but true.
And even dead I'm still ahead
of most of you.

Hmm. Interesting.


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