Lawn KingA Poem by D ConnollyLizards. Just lizards.His throat puffs up as red as a brick He sits like a king on top of a stick He pushes his speckled chest up and down Challenging all for a chance at the crown They race and he braces himself for a fight The girls hurry and scurry in flirtish delight The battle ensues, and mercy is nil Jaws lock and they twist in the effort to kill Victory now, the King reigns on his throne He decides that he won't be ruling alone Sweet maiden who hides in bromeliad green Sees her chance to become the true queen When come to his side, their tails intertwine And the rest of the kingdom politely resigns As the moon wanders out and the night softly falls The air is filled with their loving calls © 2016 D ConnollyFeatured Review
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