That day there was a horse,

I ate it all by force,

My fork looked like a stork,

My knife would be at strife.

While engulfing it all,

A hippo would fall,

All big and tall,

From a cliff by the wall.

The hippo was like a bus,

All big a buzz,

But it was only complaining

How it slipped while raining

Fallen,

Trodden,

Like a cat with no claws,

A bear with no paws,

Lost, in detriment to my laws.

As I awaited the beast,

I could prepare a feast

Watching it like a pork,

Clinging to my fork.