Jojoba Mansell


A Lion Stole My Pencil (A Poem For Children)


A lion stole my pencil,
he held it in his teeth.
A lion with a pencil,
too much, beyond belief.

He wrote onto a notepad,
then shook his golden mane.
He only wrote one word,
that one word just read ‘pain! ’

In his paw, sat a thorn,
stuck, despite his might.
He needed me to take it out,
and that’s why he did write.

At first I didn’t want to,
it seemed a dangerous chore.
But the lion did convince me,
when he began to roar!

Submitted: Thursday, February 02, 2012
Edited: Thursday, February 02, 2012

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  • Adeline Foster (2/28/2012 5:03:00 PM)

    For brothers, sisters or your own? These are so sensitive to children. Good job.
    Read mine - Eft -
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