By Josie Whitehead
The floppopotamus is strange.
It’s wings flap up and down.
It flies at speed across the fields
And often lands in town.
The floppopotamus is weird:
It's mystical of course,
But please don't ride one, I'd advise,
For it's nothing like a horse.
This beast would likely carry you
Right up there with the stars
And goodness knows where you'd end up;
It could well be on Mars.
The floppopotamus is shy,
So he’s seldom ever seen,
But he's cousin to a hippo though.
But with eyes of emerald green.
The floppopotamus is large,
And children love him so,
But what do YOU think that's he's like?
I'd really love to know.
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You might like to draw your own picture of a floppopotamus. You'll have your own ideas. Josie