1614 – No Hoops for Hippos

No Hoops for Hippos
I don’t begin to know how she got it around her waist.

Hula Hooping

I can whistle. I can dance.
I’ve a knack for growing plants.
I’ve got talents by the ton;
Hula hooping isn’t one.

I can doodle. I can write.
I can sing all day and night.
I can do so many things,
but those stinking hula rings.

It’s exasperating, but
they get stuck around my gut
when I’ve given them a whirl.
I’m too fat to make ’em twirl.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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