Lion

What I see is a light brown lion on a table

This colour remind me of a maple

It looks at me with its little sad eyes

It lies in its belly maybe he even cries

But wait? How? Toys can not cry!

It’s only a small, plush lion! Oh my!

His sweet, small, open widly eyes

Don’t make him angry! Take my adivse!

Dangerous, white mouth, tiny pinky nose

Four strong legs and long chocholate mane

But he is still very sad, look his pose..

You should hug him and make him brave!

But I am still wondering, why is he here?

Why wouldn’t he just run away, dissepear?

Everybody are whatching him, all day long today

So i wrote a poem about this cute little lion with a color skin hay.

Now this will be the last of my strophes about this lion

that was lying on a table all alone one day

I really wanna make him happier that he is right now

So we can all enjoy this sunny day. But how?