A lion stole my pencil,
he held it in his teeth.
A lion with a pencil,
too much, beyond belief.
He wrote onto a notepad,
then shook his golden mane.
He only wrote one word,
that one word just read ‘pain! ’
In his paw, sat a thorn,
stuck, despite his might.
He needed me to take it out,
and that’s why he did write.
At first I didn’t want to,
it seemed a dangerous chore.
But the lion did convince me,
when he began to roar!
The beauty of poetry is in the articulation, insight and penning. A lovely poem written with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
For brothers, sisters or your own? These are so sensitive to children. Good job. Read mine - Eft - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Goes to my poem list for my grandson. Thanks.