Hippo-in-disguise Caught Red Handed

From a true Hippo to a Hippo-in-disguise:

I forbid you to costume yourself as a Hippo!
I must say, it is quite unfair to a true Hippo.

A true Hippo, as myself, has a little love on her tummy.
A little sweetness that the button on her pants tries its absolute best to contain.
A little cushion when her chins have kids!

From a true Hippo to a Hippo-in-disguise:

Rip off your costume for my sake and yours!
Stop parading around like a Hippo you fool!
For, if I remember correctly, you were a model – not a Hippo!

Start acting like one.

From a true Hippo to a Hippo-in-disguise:

Food is the love of your life.
Kiss its feet and wave good-bye.
For sometimes the hardest thing to do is understand when lovers need to separate.

Separation does not equal forever.
Tell Food, “I love you, and will see you soon, when I am a Hippo!”

From a true Hippo to a Hippo-in-disguise:

My fat Hippo heart hurts to know a Tape Measure has become your new love.
The Camera is your new love,
A Tape Measures is only good for sex.

From a true Hippo to a Hippo-in-disguise:

Truth be told my dearest masquerading Hippo –
You are either a Hippo or a Model.
Rock it.