Poem: Dandy Lion

Illustration by Philip Bourland © 2011

A Dandy Lion

I do not like a dandelion,

my mother says to me,

it grows and grows from dawn to dusk,

it’s just too much to see.

A dandy lion, I say, that’s great,

 he’ll be my new best friend;

he’ll wear a shiny purple coat,

and start a fashion trend.

My mother shakes her head at me,

no lion lives out back,

it’s just an ugly yellow weed,

that grows from every crack.

But I believe in what I know,

and what I know is true,

I’ll build a dandy lion shack;

he’ll live out back,

and that’s a fact.