Write a first person narrative using the words: apple, train, hippopotamus, banjo, Nintendo 64.

As the Discovery Channel's summer special came to an end, the sky turned a beautiful pink. As the hippopotamus grazed through the fading grass, munching apples from the trees overhead, I was transfixed. The traditional ending tone echoed through the speakers of the boxed television, and an advertisement began without hesitation. I barely had time to watch a neon train flash across the screen before immediately switching the output to my Nintendo 64. I sat back and relaxed with my Banjo, enjoying the nice summer breeze that filtered through the window.

i think one answer could be this poet uses no rhyme.