a.k.a. Unpublishable Saturday Afternoon Whimsy
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Jamshedji the Hippo lived in Cooverbai Pond
He was born and raised in its glorious mud
After his Daddy did abscond.
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Growing up among sisters, he would pluck lotus flowers,
String them, wear them, and play pretend
For many afternoon hours.
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Listening to Beethoven, he would twirl a dainty leg,
And settle down at the end of day
To swig a Parsi peg.
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He would pray a tad too earnestly for pretty, pretty Daisy
To waddle over and say hello
But no, she was too lazy.
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His hairdresser was Suki the Stork, who labored all in vain,
Try as she might, it was a fight,
To manicure that mane.
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If you’re trying to glean exactly where this ditty is going,
Let me know, will you, kind soul,
For I am certainly not knowing.
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Stop by, say hi and share a drink, these lines will shortly end,
The author doesn’t appear to think,
But will be glad to see a friend.
Vox populi