Lunching Lions

Two lions lay down by the dry riverbed
It’s been such a long time since either had fed
One hungry lion then looked up and said
A vulture is circling the sky overhead

His friend just rolled over and lay on his back
His tongue lolloped out and his body went slack
But then with a grin, one eye opened a crack
He said I won’t give that old vulture a snack

We lions are kings of this African nation
So play dead like me and we’ll end our starvation
This fight for survival, we’re going to win it
That vulture up there will be down in a minute
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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May 11, 2022 at 6:32 AM
Great poem Terry! Enjoyed! Cheers Debx
Flood Avatar
May 11, 2022 at 5:13 PM
Thanks, Deb. Glad you enjoyed. Hope to be back with a vengeance soon. Terry
Bauer Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 1:28 PM
ha! well done, terry! i enjoyed...
Flood Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 5:30 PM
Thanks, Ilene. Can’t take credit for the gag…. It’s based on a very old joke… but i think it stands the test of time. Terry
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May 1, 2022 at 11:26 AM
The worst smell on this planet is a vulture's nest, so your lions are in for a real shock! Aloha!
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May 2, 2022 at 11:13 AM
Somewhere on the internet you will find a photo I took of turkey vulture nestlings whose downy feathers would be the highlight of any woman's appearance were it not for the stench which would shame a skunk! Aloha!
Flood Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 5:31 PM
Ricopedia strikes again. How do you know this stuff? Glad you enjoyed. Terry
Hankins Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 9:37 AM
Oh, this is so good, Terry. I'm still chuckling. That vulture is in for a big surprise!
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May 1, 2022 at 5:35 PM
Thanks, Milt. Written as my second V (for vulture) in my A-Z (boy, will I be glad to get it done) but thought the gag might escape a youngster. Hope to be back among you all soon. I just got this itch I gotta scratch, but it’s nearly there. Terry
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