Feast galloped into a hole
And king held just its tail
But his tummy did tell
a tale his tongue didn’t tell.
I’ve read an anti-heroic tale:
A jackal a king cat fooled
And aptly proved him a fool
Witless, tasteless, and old.
Voices hissed in her ears
To mourn, to fight for rights
Or free this bloodless tree
And flee from deceit and lie.
“I’ll wear,” lastly he did swear,
“Atop, thee, my starry crown
And sit beside thee benumbed
Adoring thy rosy, fairy feet”.
Copyright © April 23, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay
Nice blog
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Thank you so much, SaaniSparkle, for this great comment!
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My pleasure, followed you!
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Beautifully penned
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Thank you so much for this beautiful comment!!
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I love your wonderful ability to play with words,, double rhymes and sounds, Newton. You always tell a beautiful tale with tail. 🤗
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Thank you so much, Marta, for this great comment. This time, it is a tale about a fried lizard losing its tail. 🙂
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You are doing a great job.
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Thank you so much!
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