There once was a pink,
purple, pleasant
hippo named
Po.
Po was
undeniably addicted to
using Umby's umbrella.
He hated
to have to
be hasty.
Even when sunny,
the wetter the better
for poor little
Po.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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i read the first stanza and knew who wrote this poem!!! haha!!! :)
ReplyDeleteSO did I that is so weird Baily
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