Carnivore King Stomach Poem by Magod Scroef

In the wild jungle, there was a king so fierce,
His stomach growled, a sound that pierced.
A carnivore, he devoured all in his way,
His hunger unyielding, day after day.

With jaws of strength, sharp teeth like knives,
He ruled over his kingdom, where danger thrives.
His stomach, a cavern, craving a feast,
For it hungered for flesh, a primal beast.

Through the forest he hunted, a predator so grand,
No creature was safe from his ironclad hand.
He stalked through the darkness, a vision of might,
His carnivorous nature igniting the night.

From deer to zebra, from antelope to boar,
His appetite grew, craving more and more.
The stomach, a ruler in its own right,
Guiding the king across the darkest night.

Yet, his kingdom was not without its pain,
For carnage and chaos left a devastating stain.
The balance disturbed, the ecosystem shook,
As the carnivore king's stomach yearned to look.

But perhaps, in this tale of the carnivore king,
An understanding we can certainly bring.
For hunger, like fire, can consume and destroy,
Or it can be harnessed, a symbol of joy.

So, let us hope this king in the wild,
Will learn to protect, be gentle, and mild.
May his stomach be satisfied, never in vain,
And harmony restored, from jungle to plain.