Sonnet Xii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Here is a tale,
With a long tail:
The Hare had called the Lion, for
The debate of swiftness and all
Forms of diversities in arts and skills.
But the lion refused, methought him to be a trick.
Again the hare made for the way,
To his abode, before the funeral of the hay.
And when the attendants of the Lion figured him from afar,
They lent the Lion of what notion of scar.
And as the Hare totter in to re-elate his glottis for a conquest,
The Lion made his skin as meal, and his blood as reflect.
So that the neighbours had the tale,
And had their courage paled.
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