I wrote this poem, and though it may seem a bit random, I felt the need to share it with the world.
The Unhappy Hippo
Once there was a hippo,
he loved to dance and play,
but in his heart, he was sad,
because he was all gray.
You see he desired uniqueness,
to be different from the rest,
so because he looked like all the others
he longed for some zest.
So he dyed his skin bright yellow,
and he loved it to no end,
but then the others followed suit,
because the others liked this trend.
picture from: http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5858097/2/istockphoto_5858097-pink-hippo-cartoon.jpg
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