Hippo Poem by Bindu Borle

I always wondered, if a hippo was my pet,
How will he climb the stairs and not sweat?
In his room will be a very big pool,
To make him happy and to keep him cool,
I will feed him fruits, veggies and some bread,
I will read him stories when he goes to bed,
We will go together for everyday walk,
Meeting and greeting people around the block,
He will be attending all the pet shows,
Doing new tricks for people, I suppose!
I went to the pet store for more details,
The shopkeeper listened and turned pale,
He gave a look of surprise and shock!
For a moment, he simply couldn’t walk,
He pointed at a board hung on the nail,
As a shop policy, “No hippos for sale”!