Hippos

Found in slimy, grimy swamps

A fat thing that likes to chomp

The ground shakes as it stomps

And the hooves go clomp

It’s fart ripples through the air

Poo flying everywhere

So stinky it kills birds and bears

To beyond repair

One point eight tons of meat

It’s grass they eat

But I think that’s a lie because they’re not discreet

And they’re fatter than the French Marguerite