Dandelions – a poem by Bryan Ens
I like hippopotami, the way they just hang out.
I like hippopotami, they make me want to shout!
I don’t like hippopotami to be stuck in a zoo.
I like my hippopotami in a pot o’ my Hippo Stew!
I wrote this poem about a 15 years ago while employed as a dandelion extractor at a tree nursery. When you have the thrilling task or pulling dandelion after dandelion out of the ground for 8 hours a day, with the hot sun blazing down on your back, you may just understand the situation that I was in.
The poor dandelions had done nothing to harm me, and yet here I was, systematically murdering them one by one. The guilt (or possibly extreme boredom) began to weigh heavily on me, and so I coped as best I could by turning my reflections inward. What did I find inside? Hippopotami, apparently! Yes indeed, the above poem about Hippopotami (the plural of Hippopotamus, of course) was, in fact, inspired by dandelions. No drugs required…although in hind-site, I suspect that dandelions may be hallucogenic in nature – why else would I have been thinking so much about hippopotami?
The moral of this story? Weed at your own peril!!