Monday, October 12, 2009

Lady H.

In Africa's water holes,
neath blue tinged skies of tenderloin,
dragons lurk submerged to snatch
distracted beasts at drink's last binge of thirst.

In these evaporating pools abides, alongside the famished crocodiles,
a normally peaceful herbivore, the absolutely Hippopotamus
who would no more go carnivore than could a python be convinced
to sing the lead role of Aida..

Crocks know to keep hippos at a distance, for the latter's weight and size
outranks the crock's own nasty disposition; which is to say, if you're size xxx
and some one's wild idea of a banquet, you better have fearsome jaws.
Take it from yours truly, who herself is like a hippo.

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