The Lion That Took Revenge
The Lion that Took Revenge
There once was a lion named Lou,
Who got caught and stuffed into a zoo.
From his eyes there would always trickle a tear,
When he remembers the catching of himself that year.
Long years ago, when Lou was a cub,
Two men came at him with guns and a club.
Baby Lou was sucking from his mother’s teat,
Devouring, gulping down all he could eat.
It was his clever mother who sensed the danger,
“Get up quickly, son, I smell a stranger.”
“But mom! This teat is soft as silk;
Besides, I want more of this creamy milk.”
But danger was near,
Danger mom couldn’t bear,
So she picked up her son,
And broke into a run.
But alas, though she was strong and swift,
She still had had heavy baby Lou to lift.
The hunters saw the movement fast;
They fired a bullet into the grass.
The poor mother lion was hit straight through the heart,
Her last, feeble words, “Run, son, I have to depart.”
Lou was so shocked by the blood on the wound,
And his mother’s sudden collapse on the ground,
That he stood, rooted to the spot, dumb-found.
That was why he was caught by a hound.
Then he came to his senses and started to fight,
He bit and scratched with all his might.
Just then, the hunters appeared wearing malicious smiles;
Then gave him a shot that made him groggy for quite a while.
When he woke up, he was stiff and cramped,
And into a weenie little cage he was crammed.
A zookeeper gave him sour milk every night;
Ladies screamed at his sight and took flight.
Twenty years passed, and here he was still;
With no grass, no trees and no hills.
At last, an idea popped into his mind:
He was going to take revenge for the likes of his kind!
He leapt up and gave a mighty roar,
That sent people screaming and running for the door.
Then he tore at the wire with all his might
Until a gaping big hole was in sight.
He gave a great leap and soared out of it,
Frightening the zebras out of their wits.
Then he set off, roaring, to find the hunters;
Policemen fainted at their encounters.
In great strides and leaps he crossed the city,
At long last spying hunter Dmitri.
With a mighty roar that shook the skies,
He separated the hunter from his thighs.
Then he killed him with a pierce of his claws,
Which were sharper than the sharpest saws.
Whilst the next hunter, Zimbad,
Was torn from his head;
I’m sorry to say that no one was sad.
Thus our hero, Lou, soared away from Canada
And disappeared forever into South Africa.
Copyright © Rosy Love | Year Posted 2013
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