Trouble Brewing! Poem by Denis Martindale

Four smirking lion cubs strolled out
As if the world were theirs,
As if they owned it all, no doubt
And felt like billionaires!
Yet lurking smirking cubs are bold
And while their parents sleep,
Those cubs won't do what they've been told,
As onward still they creep...

The gang was naughty through and through!
They prowled across the land!
They never knew what they would do,
For they'd got nothing planned!
But when they swaggered, things were wild,
Wise creatures ran away!
While cubs looked cute, don't be beguiled,
Their teeth and claws don't play...

There's trouble brewing! Yes, indeed!
Those cubs are a disgrace!
If Mum and Dad don't intercede,
Those cubs will own the place!
Like lion kings, yet lacking sense,
They're naughty so-and-sos...
What happens next, none comprehends,
For now, God only knows!