Eenie Weenie Finey Toe
Eenie Weenie Finey Toe, which one of the Christians has to go?
The Romans were chanting loudly from the sixteenth row.
Lion eyes the captured with his beady yellow eyes that glow.
Eenie Weenie Finey Toe, he thinks as a growl starts way below.
Does not matter, he gets to eat them all – the small and tall.
There are plenty of them, and he has time to get them all.
The crowd begins chanting “stop waiting! Why the big stall?”
They are blood-thirsty all around the colosseum wall.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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