Larami loved his spots; <br /> He thought he was a leopard. <br />Little did he know that they weren’t spots; <br />But tiny brown homes. <br />And in the homes lived hippos. <br />One hippo was Queen Hippolyta. <br />Her skin covered in jade jewels <br />And her skin smooth as ivory. <br />Larami was in love with Hippolyta; <br />But she had no clue who he was. <br />One day he tripped over a tree branch <br />And tried to keep balance so that he wouldn’t hurt her. <br />But fell he did and she came toppling out of her home <br />Onto to the ground. <br />She looked at him then and a huge smile took up her face. <br />His eyes lit up and he reflected the grin. <br />He bent his long neck down and she walked up his face <br />And onto his home-spotted back. <br />There she sat for the rest of their lives, <br />Happily in love.<br /><br />Ashleigh Michaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/giraffe-and-the-hippo/
