Honeymoon Sonnet

In silken sheets of her Italian bed we consummated after we were wed the union that each soul is lusting for woke in the morn to a most fright'ning roar it was the lion who had left his cage, again he roamed the streets in fiery rage. This had to stop, we could expend no lives of servant husbands and their faithful wives. The cages at the zoo had been unlocked all beasts escaped, this moment someone knocked upon my door, it was the Maitre D. who whispered 'you must follow to be free'. A sudden flash of movement caught my eye gigantic paws swiped at the man, went by stood in the room in front of her and me my newlywed cried 'I must go and pee.' There was no way that we could here survive oh what a turn, we want to stay alive! I mumbled loudly, folded hands to pray while the new spouse yelled 'please just go away.' And at the sound of irate woman's scorn that moment at the honeymoon's own morn the lion shook his mane and arched his back it soon appeared that he might not attack. He slammed the door so splinters flew around went in the lift and pressed the button 'Ground'. And us? We hopped right into the big bed to celebrate the fact we were not dead. And you? In case you think I'd tell a fib it is the same truth as in Adam's rib. My friend, about these things one makes no jokes, and I would never kid you decent folks.