Lion

The lion escaped.
Don’t ask me how.
The zoo went looking
while the lion roared.

He walked the main street
and across the lawns,
and up to our house,
and roared to get in.

My mother thought manners
above all else
no matter who,
man or beast.

“What’s all this ruckus?
This is not proper.
Show some respect
or just don’t bother.”

“But you’ll not enter
into our sweet home
if you push folks around
and roar in that tone.”

The lion listened
and took it to heart,
and saw that his cage
was better by far.

He turned around,
“Who needs this hassle?”
And went to his cage where
his home is his castle.

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