The Lion Who Came To Tea
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.