some hippo doggerel in honor of poetry month

[moominmolly]

Apparently there's a pub called Boynton's, which made ukelele think of Sandra Boynton and hippos, and seed me with the line: "One hippo, all alone / Drinks by itself at the end of the bar." Naturally, I had to finish it off, so I present you with the following idle fruits of my afternoon

Comments

[dancingwolfgrrl]

I am utterly unable to decide if this is more awesome or terrible :)

[moominmolly]

That means I win!

[dancingwolfgrrl]

I figured you would think so :)

Also, bonus points for working fixies into a poem about hippos!

[moominmolly]

Thank you! I was proud. Originally the fixies were Vespas, but this is clearly superior.

[mzrowan]

Brilliant!

[moominmolly]

Thank you! :)

[sconstant]

Boy, being left out of the goose and moose juice thing clearly has scarred these hippopotami.

[moominmolly]

Is it grim? I guess it's a little grimmer than I'd intended.

[sconstant]

Now I must invent a drink called "Not The Hippopotamus" which will include Grey Goose and juice, and possibly some maple syrup (for the moose).

[sconstant]

And then another one called "Not The Hippocampus" which makes you forget things.

[kcatalyst]

I adore this and yet it's driving my brain crazy that the rhyme scheme is a different structure than the original. SO WRONG. My ERPs must be going nuts.

[moominmolly]

ERPs? ERP? Regardless, sorry to drive you crazy. Well, not *very* sorry. A bit.

[kcatalyst]

Yes, that ERP. Only there's one at the end of every line! Aaaahh! Expectations all messed up!

[moominmolly]

I admit I had that problem over and over and over while writing it, which is I think why I couldn't stop poking. Like, the least I could do is finish it...

[redheadedmuse]

love.

[moominmolly]

Now if only I could draw! Then I could .... make an alcohol-soaked parody of a well-loved children's book with no market and no purpose. But it would be fun!

[twoeleven]

I'm sure there'd be a market for adult themed parodies of kiddie books. We have a Baby's first Azathoth, Byakhee, Cthulhu Book somewhere around here.

[ceo]

It was only through masterful self-restraint that I was able to resist singing "The wino on the bus goes glug, glug, glug" when Benjamin was in his phase of loving that song. (There were other verses too, but I leave those as an exercise for the proverbial reader.)