Lions are wash-outs at counted cross stitch,
Disasters at building model battleships,
And show no aptitude for playing the piano;
They have feet the size of pancake griddles,
Brooking no bullshit--
Where they stand,
The earth stays.
Lions make piss-poor babysitters,
And cannot become pope
But, as the stumbling gazelle can attest,
At a single touch, lions can impart
Everything in the world that is worth understanding.
Photo by Adam Romanowicz for One Shoot Poetry Challenge