His mother called him Brian
But his dad just called him *runt.
His siblings quickly learned to roar
But he could only grunt.
'Now listen dear,' said Mother,
'And copy what I do,
For if a lion cannot roar,
They send him to a zoo.'
Poor Brian tried, and tried again
But roar he just could not.
His father, feeling quite annoyed,
Said: 'You’re a stupid clot.'
'So how will you communicate?'
Asked Mum Lion in despair,
'For lions speak by roaring
And grunts are just for bears.'
They took poor Brian to the vet:
'Let’s see what he can do!'
He said: 'The best thing for this lion
Is to send him to a zoo.'
So off went Brian to London Zoo
Where no-one said: 'Please roar.'
While other lions must hunt for prey
Brian gently snores. Zzzzzzzz
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* runt = an animal that is small or stunted as compared with others of its kind. Perhaps Brian was just small and a little listless (ie without energy). Of cats and dogs: the run of the litter.
This poem was chosen by teachers and children in schools in West Yorkshire, and published in 2010 with almost 400 other poems. I hope you like it too. Sorry, it's only available in the libraries now. (Josie's Funny Poems).