There once was a hippo named Emily,
Who hated her family.
So she drank some wine with a swine,
Who was enough of a porcipine named I_ho. (Be creative if you are reading this Emily)
And they got funky and kungho.
She wanted to die, so she had some pie,
Which turned out to be feces
That came from an unknown speices.
~By Jennifer Y.
Truthfuly, I didnt write this. A friend did in English class
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like: (I dont want this to happen it is just material from your poem)
There once was a hippo named Emily
Who was liked by the squid, Quembly
Who was really the d**k-head Inho
Being a big fat ho.
One day, Emily thought of a worst case scenario
Where the the pervert Inho turned into an Oreo
And was eaten by the 500 ton pig named Janice.
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I cant think of anything right now.. I'll come back to it later smile