Lion's Roar

 

There's a lion in my bedroom

that roars when I open the door

there are snakes and ants and crawling things

that live beneath the floor

 

It's a jungle in my bedroom

I'll be lucky to survive

the dangerous adventures

that I have now I am five

 

There's a carpet that is magic

a bed that really flies

a chair that is an elephant

glowing stars for night-time skies

 

I wrestle with oranutans

then swing on vines through trees

I monkey with baboons and chimps

play picking ticks and eating fleas

 

I have a dangerous attraction

to things that sting or bite

the deadlier the poison is

the sharper are the pangs of fright

 

I know that there are scorpions

among my boulder socks

that battle with tarantulas

to make homes in the rocks

 

I sneak a peek at vampire bats

from camp beneath my sheet

I tiptoe past piranha fish

scared that they will eat my feet

 

I hide behind the curtains

as the tiger treads his secret path

I watch out for the crocodiles

as they slink wet back from their bath

 

I sit up high on elephant's back

watch lion watch the jackal pack

then Dad shouts up it's time for tea

and they all turn and look at me

 

Snakes and ants and bugs appear

attracted by the scent of fear

as lion roars his fearful roar

and tiger grins and shuts the door

 

 

© Mark Shepherd

www.dashpoetry.com