My women think I'm a lion;
the messy blond hair, a mane
so in my kiss I bite 'em -
discipline and make tame.
At night I tell all my stories
to keep in good faith, my flock.
Can't have this lion's ewes
find that he's but a dog.
A girl once thought me a dolphin;
a few tears I might have shed -
told her more of my ocean
and caught her in my net.
Whether wiggle, gallop or growl
do what I must to get fed.
Come morning in my kennel:
zoo's closed, now go on, GET.



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