The Tears of a King February 15, 2009

I loved that little antelope

but knew I never had a hope;

how could such beauty love a beast like me?

My love was true, I loved her well,

I love you still, my sweet gazelle;

Why did it have to end in tragedy?

,

Each day I sent my love a rose;

I hoped its scent would please her nose.

I sang to her each night beneath the moon.

But all she did was laugh at me:

“oh, mangy-mane, you sack of fleas!

You hurt my ears. Why can’t you sing in tune?”

,

Her insults made me feel so sad,

but they grew worse and I grew mad;

for, as you would expect, I have my pride.

I growled and roared, I bit and clawed,

I ate the doe I had adored;

my darling dish, sweet supper, lunch-time bride.

,

I did her wrong, I can’t pretend

that I was right, I won’t defend

my actions; for I know it’s no use trying.

But surely you ‘ll agree with me

that it’s a great mistake to be

so rude to such a fearsome looking lion.

,

Paul Hughes 2009

Lion’s heart March 9, 2008

 

The lion loved the antelope

his love was unrequited

she laughed and said “we can’t elope”

here are the reasons cited:

 

“The matter of your diet

gives me cause for some alarm

you’d soon eat me, don’t deny it

and I’d rather not be harmed

 

Your mane is far too hairy

and you haven’t any horns

I confess I find you scary!”

lion’s heart was ripped and torn

 

Now, he trimmed his mane and tail

lion tried so hard to win her

but found it was to no avail

so ate her for his dinner

 

Moral

 

It is an incredible bungle

to be rude to the king of the jungle

 

Paul Hughes 2008