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william worthless May 2010
lion cub
william worthless
May 2010
I saw a little lion cub roaming in the wild
romping through the grass a lionesses child
jumping up and down roaming through the shrub
lovely as can be this little lion cub
he was very happy as happy as can be
roaming through the jungle oh so wild and free
some day he will grow and he will have a pride
then he will settle down with his lion bride.
romping through the grass a lionesses child
jumping up and down roaming through the shrub
lovely as can be this little lion cub
he was very happy as happy as can be
roaming through the jungle oh so wild and free
some day he will grow and he will have a pride
then he will settle down with his lion bride.
Logan Cestare Jan 2019
Little Cub Scout
Logan Cestare
Jan 2019
When I was a little Cub Scout
I was taught to handle knives with care
Stay safe while using them
Only use them when permitted
When I was a little Cub Scout
I thought all of this was redundant
Common sense anyone should know
Because who would ever put themself in harm's way?
When I was a little Cub Scout
I didn't quite grasp depression
People who whittle down things
Other than soap bars and sticks
But when I was a Boy Scout
With my very first knife in my hands
And my very first cut on my arm
I understood why these rules were set.
When I was a Boy Scout
That first cut was accidental
But yet something stuck with me
A wandering thought found its home in my head
When I was a Boy Scout
The cuts became less and less accidental
An addiction growing onto me
A desire to feel something
I was taught to handle knives with care
Stay safe while using them
Only use them when permitted
When I was a little Cub Scout
I thought all of this was redundant
Common sense anyone should know
Because who would ever put themself in harm's way?
When I was a little Cub Scout
I didn't quite grasp depression
People who whittle down things
Other than soap bars and sticks
But when I was a Boy Scout
With my very first knife in my hands
And my very first cut on my arm
I understood why these rules were set.
When I was a Boy Scout
That first cut was accidental
But yet something stuck with me
A wandering thought found its home in my head
When I was a Boy Scout
The cuts became less and less accidental
An addiction growing onto me
A desire to feel something
John Bartholomew Jul 2018
Little Lion Cub
John Bartholomew
Jul 2018
Sometimes they think they are it
the man of the house, demanding when sat, a real big hit
relishing the chain of command over those who wait on hand and foot
for they start off small, expecting so much more,
as they have written the book
But let’s not forget who is the real master here
they are just a cub, cute yet endearing,
but you’d rather be down the pub supping a beer
scratching the sofa with eyes so large they are easily forgiven
killing flies and onto mice, it is how they are driven
As the kitten is a creature yet to grow into its fold
playing like a baby does until its days of old
they’ll fight and cry like kids, you’ll hear them on the street
they won’t give up, soft yet tough,
never knowing when they’re beat
A dog is fun and obeys command, yet these things rarely do
you’ll call all night, their name out loud, but never return on que
yet eat you out of house and home,
Felix down to the last lick of the butter tub
as they are animal of selfish wit,
a beast when grown but will always be my,
Little Lion Cub
JJB
the man of the house, demanding when sat, a real big hit
relishing the chain of command over those who wait on hand and foot
for they start off small, expecting so much more,
as they have written the book
But let’s not forget who is the real master here
they are just a cub, cute yet endearing,
but you’d rather be down the pub supping a beer
scratching the sofa with eyes so large they are easily forgiven
killing flies and onto mice, it is how they are driven
As the kitten is a creature yet to grow into its fold
playing like a baby does until its days of old
they’ll fight and cry like kids, you’ll hear them on the street
they won’t give up, soft yet tough,
never knowing when they’re beat
A dog is fun and obeys command, yet these things rarely do
you’ll call all night, their name out loud, but never return on que
yet eat you out of house and home,
Felix down to the last lick of the butter tub
as they are animal of selfish wit,
a beast when grown but will always be my,
Little Lion Cub
JJB
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort." ― James Herriot
"If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." ― Mark Twain
"A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not. "― Ernest Hemingway
"Never try to outstubborn a cat."― Robert A. Heinlein
"If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." ― Mark Twain
"A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not. "― Ernest Hemingway
"Never try to outstubborn a cat."― Robert A. Heinlein