Golden

'That's it! I'm pooped! ' the lion said, 'I'm just a cub, that's all! ' And so he laid his heavy head With no more strength to crawl... 'I've done the lot! ' he said with pride, 'I've jumped, I've pounced, I've chewed! ' And having yawned, now bleary-eyed, He sighed, a worn-out dude... 'I know it's only half-past-three! But I'm plum-tuckered now! Did you see my sister chase me? All I can say is wow! She's run me ragged all day long, As if she had it planned! She bit my tail, that's simply wrong! She's getting out of hand! ' The lion cub complained again, 'She's safe for now, I know, But I'll get back at her and then, I'll teach that so-and-so! ' Then all at once his eyes shut tight, All golden rules to flout, In dreams he schemed with all his might, 'I'll sort that missy out! ' Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Golden'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com