Cups And Lions Poem by welkin siskin

It was a pack of lions I ween
In the woodland zoo, Seattle
Who could be from near seen
Hungry, going through food battle.

Cranky and roaring they were
Seen; nothing could they feel win them,
Those we go with them unarmed and bare;
They dare to win everyone but the crippled and lame.
A couple of them basking in the sun,
Several seen eating straight from the cob,
Others could be seen on the lawn
A pack of cup did the tears sob.

One lion, two lions but the baby went hungry
Crawling though they were angry
Calling their mom they feed fare
When the parents did to them share.

@ Welkin Siskin