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Where’s Brian the Lion?

It's only one of them poem things!

 

This is Brian.

He looks very cute and cuddly, but he is vicious.

He eats all sorts of animals and doesn’t care what anybody thinks.

He sleeps on my bed.

Once he nearly ripped my head off while I was sleeping.

It was a lucky escape.

Here’s a poem about him.

 

 

 

Where’s Brian the Lion?

‘Where’s Brian the Lion’, said Jake the snake,
As Myrtle the Turtle walked by,
‘He’s having a drink with Zack the yak’,
Shouted Joe the crow from the sky.
 
‘No he’s not’, said Pat the bat,
‘He’s playing snooker with Lou the Shrew’,
‘I thought he was with Tony the Pony’,
Interrupted Hugh the Gnu.
 
‘He’s gone to watch telly with Amanda the Panda’,
Said Lee the bee with a sigh,
‘No, he’s gone to the shops’, said Trish the fish,
‘For a steak and kidney pie’.
 
‘I saw him at lunchtime’, said Peter the cheetah,
‘With Bruce the goose in his car’,
‘I think they were visiting Mark the shark,
Yelled Neil the seal from afar.
 
‘Well I hope he gets lost’, said Sid the kid,
Who was standing there with his brother,
‘So do I’, cried Sam the lamb,
‘Coz this morning he ate my mother!’
 
 

 

 

 

 




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