Hungry Hippo is My Best Friend
How strange it must seem to have a Hippo for a best friend. For me, it's the most natural thing in the world. Some Hippos are called “Beach Masters†because they get the best babes, but not my Hungry. My Hungry has eyes for only one.
Hippos are loyal creatures and Hungry is no different. He protects me with his fierce roar willing to upend boats, flip people and hurt folkses feelings just for messing with me.
He places his mouth gently upon my nose and makes his hilarious Hippo noises. Causing me to laugh with delight until I snort laughter sounding just like a lady Hippo.
Of course I don't have a REAL Hippo for a best friend. My Hungry is a man who stands 6 feet tall, salt and pepper hair and is drop dead gorgeous.
Although he may not be a Hippo, he does indeed make me laugh and snort when he makes Hippo sounds. He is ABSOLUTELY my best friend and protector of my love and life.
Maybe if you're lucky you'll get a Hippo for a best friend but you can't have Hungry because you're not his type of human.
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my poet, I don't fit the hippo bill but loved this just the same. 6 foot 3 and bald - i'm out
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this is an interesting flow. It makes sense to me. Excellent write.
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@after vision NEVER count yourself out of any race. Bald is a favorite hairstyle for me.
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