Their Last Dance
THEIR LAST DANCE
Said the lion to the spring-bok
Let’s do a turn around the veldt
I won’t laugh at your figure svelte
If my big hairy head you don’t mock.
So they danced there in unison -
Him feeling she was good enough to eat
Her not want wanting to be his meat -
Not stopping till day was done.
At the river they were hot and run down
And stopped to drink for a while.
There she was snatched by a crocodile
And the lion fell in and did drown.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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