Retired Nintendo boxer starts club, does comedy routine
It is no accident that, in their accounts of the Okavango Delta, David
Livingstone and Charles Andersson devoted more pages to narrow escapes
with hippos than with any other animal. Hippos appear to have
only one emotional state—anger—and no faculty of reason. Each year,
they kill more people in Africa than any other mammal. Our research
assistants’ mekoro has been charged, overturned, or bitten by a hippo
on numerous occasions. Everyone in the Okavango has experienced
several harrowing, narrow escapes from hippos, and in the process developed
a profound and enduring hippo phobia. There is little to recommend
the hippo.
I remember those cheers
They still ring in my ears
Go to one night
took off my robe, and what'd I do? I forgot to wear shorts.
I recall every fall / Every hook, every jab
The worst way a guy can get rid of his flab.
As you know, my life wasn't drab
Though I'd rather hear you cheer
When I delve into Shakespeare
"A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse", I haven't had a winner in six months.
And though I'm no M. Bison
If he ever fought Tyson Mr. Dream
He would say
That the thing ain't the ring, it's the play
So give me a stage
Where this hippo can rage
And though I could fight
I'd much rather recite
That's Entertainment!
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead