Losing My Lion
How did I lose my lion, is it really on the loose?
Oh will you tell those birdies and their pretty mother goose?
My Leo has a collar that is leather and its red.
The last that I had seen him, I was putting him to bed.
You know he hates the water and he won’t get near the lake.
So keep those birdies by the creek and hide for goodness sake.
Because that mother rules the nest and with our lion’s luck,
She’ll keep him as a little one, as if an ugly duck!
He’ll end up in some nursery rhymes to be the butt of jokes,
While dressed in clothing, pretty pink, and laughed at by the blokes.
Take my loss and learn from me, especially my scion.
Don’t mess with mother or her geese and always leash your lion.
Poetry Pantry posted a lovely picture of a mother goose and her goslings as part of their weekly poetry prompt. I’m a bit worn out from my weekend and recovering from caffeine withdrawal, so my brain migrated to something a little silly.
I imagined Mother Goose out for a walk who comes upon a stray lion. Of course, no bad could ever come to dear Mother Goose. Instead, she makes him one of her own. While I intended to be completely silly, I think I may have written a caution for all of us to rein in our inner lions, especially around a mother and her children. And for those of us who dare to brave mother, prepare to be tamed!
Now that you’re privy to my poetic dementia that sometimes involves lions dressed in pink and geese that tame them, enjoy. And make sure to always leash your lion!