A cheery wee poem from Bahamut
Though very good....and very true
I'll bung the little one i wrote about lioness down here, just because i haven't put anything else down in a while:
The Lioness
Tis not the shining sun or moon,
That brings a smile to my lips,
Instead it is the soothing swaying,
Of my true loves furry hips.
Tis not anger nor rage
That keeps me going through rain and hail,
Instead it is hypnotic swishing,
Of my true loves padded tail.
Tis not hunger or poverty,
That would make me break life's laws,
Instead it is the resounding footsteps,
Of my true loves velvet paws.
Tis not the stunning senic views,
That makes my heartstrings stir,
Instead it is the gentle rumbling,
Of my true loves alluring purr.
Tis not wealth or gold or gems,
That makes me walk with such carefreenes,
Instead it is existance of,
My true love: the Lioness.
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