The Lion, Panthera leo Leopold by name, Leopold by nature, The King of beasts unquestioned. Yes, Tiger you are bigger and fiercer But strangely I have had more mates, Must be my wondrous mane Or musky scent, Perhaps because I let them serve As is their want and need, Whilst admiring lazily. The Lion, Panthera leo I was nocturnal, I liked the dark My females stalked so patiently. They served me supper and pleasure Equally important to my health, See my lustrous shining coat Wicked glinting claws, They manicured and tested those With such manifest joy. Under my tutelage. The Lion, Panthera leo Hear My roar, now a whisper Worldly wise and mannered. No purpose now in bellicosity Posturing and self-import, Empires crumble doubtless Past Sovereigns evaporate easily, As did in nursery rhymes Characters without foundation. The Lion, Panthera leo Leopold by name, Leopold by nature, King of beasts by invitation. Pedestalled high on marble base In danger of lightheadedness, Comfortable enough enthroned Upon good solid foundations, Through your diligent burnishing Fully refurbished and glinting.
The Lion, Panthera leo Past erased, present illusive, Banished despot on a sterile island. Prince without princess Fable without end.