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