(my grandpa)
(who wrote this in high school)
(and got an F because the teacher was sure he plagiarized it)
(but I'm pretty sure he didn't because I googled a line from it and got nothing)
(but now if you google a line from it you'll get something.)
THE HIPPOPOTAMUS
Lumbering Hippo to the mud
Sixteen toes in the narrow deep sink.
O fat barrell on love's brown tub
How terrible the hug...
like a warship's wound.
Tonsilled, black yawning for tremulous roar
Nostrilled steamings to help near shore.
Two black fires and mud-blubbered lips
Beckon helps dawning to whore's death pit.
Like great tonned logs
In bottomless bogs...
Lumbering Hippos to the mud.
Yeah! Thanks for immortalizing his poem in a blog! Should go down in history as the best poem ever!
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