A Lion Stole My Pencil (A Poem For Children)
A lion stole my pencil,
he held it in his teeth.
A lion with a pencil,
too much, beyond belief.
He wrote onto a notepad,
then shook his golden mane.
He only wrote one word,
that one word just read ‘pain! ’
In his paw, sat a thorn,
stuck, despite his might.
He needed me to take it out,
and that’s why he did write.
At first I didn’t want to,
it seemed a dangerous chore.
But the lion did convince me,
when he began to roar!
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