Adedayo Gali Poet Rhyme

The Lion's Book of Rhymes

I was once a cub
Whose teeth can't even bite a cobb.
Timid, weak, playful and shy,
Though brave enough not to ever cry;

But that doesn't mean lions don't feel pains,
But we turn all pains to gains,
For when the prey is fallen
Then would a bountiful dinner be gotten;

You see, the words of a poet are deep,
And has stamina that could tread even the weirdest steep.
Every letters are embroidered with riddles and beauty,
All phrases bear the stamp of pure gift and creativity;

The lion's book of rhymes opens a new page
For 'tis time for the king of rhymes to climb the stage.
Every roar is an ascertained stance of authority,
Every claw flexed- a pose of seniority

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