On the wind-tossed bluff, the lion stood,
Quietly surveying his vast domain,
With immense power emanating
From his fiery eyes and flowing mane.
From the weeds below, a tiny flea
Leapt onto the enormous lion’s paw.
The flea’s strength was its invisibility,
Which made it safe from the lion’s claw.
So the flea survived on the lion’s blood
And the moral - I’m sure you can guess.
No matter how hard the little flea sucked,
He couldn't make the mighty lion any less.






I liked it, you did an awesome job on this one.
(I'm 4' 11")





Sara



Well done, my Friend...

15 old applause
