Silly hippopotamus that is not for you
Sprinkle magic pixie dust around an empty shoe
Then out it grows the wondrous sight full as it can be
My mothers cubard full as always is now bare to me
This plentiful bounty of dessert fills my stomach taught
And not one more chocolate morsel in it can I pop
But what I can is thank you magic for all you do for me
And be glad I know the craft of witchcraft and wizardry


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.