The Lion

I thought it might be time to post another poem and this one I thought was really cool it's by Roald Dahl.

The lion just adores to eat
a lot of red and tender meat
and if you ask the lion what
is much tenderest of the lot?
he will not say a roast of lamb
or curried beef or deviled ham
or crispy pork or corned beef hash
or sausages or mutton mash.
then could it be a big plump hen
he answers not What is it then?
oh lion dear could i not make
you happy with a lovely steak
could i entice you from lair
with rabbit pie or roasted hare
the lion smiled and shook his head
he came up very close and said
the meat that im about to chew
is neither steak or chops its YOU.

Heaps of people have heard this poem before but i enjouyed reading it because it was funny and i felt like you get a rythm going