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40. Dare I compare you to a hippopotamus? © Bruce Goodman 8 September 2017 |
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(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean sonnet.) |
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Dare I compare you to a hippopotamus? You know you’re overweight and find it difficult To wear nice clothes that fit and aren’t preposterous. It’s really not your fault; it’s how you’re built. You call me your giraffe because I’m thin. I try to eat a lot but nothing works. I walk on legs that look like skinny pins. You laugh at me, and yes! your laughter irks. But what a pair we are! The butt of jokes! The fatty and the skinny grocery shopping! One short, one tall, a pair, a gal and bloke, The hippo and giraffe, one lean, one whopping. And yet you are my love, my day, my night, My sun, my moon, my stars, my world, my light. |