Ion the Lion
When I was lost and out of control
deep in the jungle with all of my fears
I meet a Lion so shy, his name was Ion
Ion the Lion was a cool guy
he loved to play chess and smoke
and he never was long away
to tell me a joke . . .
So we smoke and tell joke's
when we meet each other
and play chess . . . provoking
that we were the best!
Now Ion the Lion fits on a floor . . .
and his head is hanging up on a wall
the hunter killed him in a horrible way
Ion the Lion ended his day's
when he asking a hunter
for a cigarette by the river
where he used to stay
R.I.P.
Ion, my very special friend
a shy and provoking Lion
who smoked to much!
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2006-11-08 at 14:03
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