PublicTransport PoeTry – #8


The Lion Who Came To Tea

(Cas Meadowfield)

This is a tale about reality not fantasy

For a lion came to my home for tea

He travelled north by rail,

While he manicured his nails

We asked him about his lair

While he tossed his shaggy hair

He told us he lived near London Zoo

As he fixed a chair with glue.

He was very polite he said please

As we fed him on ham and cheese

When we asked would he like cake?

He said ‘Oh good. Did you bake?

He left after he drank his tea

You might still think this is a fantasy

But he had no tail that came to dine

He was a man born under Leo’s sign.


Cas Meadowfield writes lots of things; both poems and stories from fantasy to mild horror. Born in Northampton, she now  lives in the North East of England, between Newcastle and Durham. Read more of her work on Authonomy.

About angelikarust

My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English. No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
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