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Saturday, 22 February 2014

A fable

At dVerse, today, Bjรธrn Rudberg wants us to write a poem in the form of a fable. And I am happy to oblige.

A FABLE

There was a lion, very old.
That was, for sure, what he was told.
But lions are not told. They rule.
So, suddenly, he was a mule.



I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here | and on the blog hop of "My Freshly Brewed Life" | here |.

2 comments:

  1. a little bit like the ass dressed up in the skin of a Lion... pithy but sweet..

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  2. That's a great use of metaphor there - very interesting.

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