Harif and the Lion
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To fully inderstand this poem better, I encourage you to watch the video!!
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I should add, it was Darren who showed me this video, as we were discussing humor, and thus I added a little of both persoanlities into the poem, all in fun!
All men are born of the womb
Some grow old
Some die from the burden and gloom
One day there begot a man named Harif
Who would rise above every evil demon
Battling the great lion until either ones death
Now Harif was man with impeccable style
He served his Sophia, with devotion awhile
Battling the lion, where battles became red
Or white, depending on the whims of whom told or said
For Sophia demanded, only the finest
Harif, why his devotion was Nuwas refinedest
As dinner was served to Sophia and friends
That old lion was dreaming of his own meal to the end
One wrong step too many and old Harif would be severed
On a plate with old port which the lion felt he too deserved
Harif knew, for after all that wine, still not a fool
He conquered the lion, not with sword but a laugh or maybe two
Now Harif sure knew the power of flowers and wine
He conquered so many, the lion and corrupted times
He used the same procedure year after year
You see, that’s why his Sophia loved him so dear
When she finally retired to her boudoir of red
Poor Harif, sighed, cause of the pain in his dear head!
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2017
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