18 April 2011

2 Runner Up -- NLW Teen Poetry Contest

How a Hippo is a Cookie

A hippo that dances on your tongue
Only sweeter
And lighter
And warm

A hippo that can melt in your mouth
Only smaller
And yummy 
And soft

A hippo that lifts you; makes you fly
Several seconds
Off the ground
'Til it's gone

A hippo is a warm cookie
Right from the oven
With a cold glass of milk
On a Sunday afternoon.

Written by Marica Lesznik, age 15.

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