Destruction loomed on the street,
Details ran deeper than pies,
For the streets scattered their dwellings,
As lions roared in from
This zoo of zoology.
Destroyed were spells,
Magic had no charm to place
On silly animals, sallying
Through the staying recesses
Of the city.
The roaring of the lions
Heavier than the rain,
Captured the essence of the day
That rained with bloods,
Veins shattered from too much scaring.
The scars of the day
Were in mark and jolly victims
Caressed the side streets,
Alleys of slumber and party.
There the lions of cats roared
And disfigured, roared and fought
With sharpest teeth
And earth's fangs, the same lungs
And the very offending broth.
This city had conspicuous cats,
Causing the clever to readmit
Their children to schools
Of cruelty, and their signs had outworn
Them.
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