In silken sheets of her Italian bed <br />we consummated after we were wed <br />the union that each soul is lusting for <br />woke in the morn to a most fright'ning roar <br />it was the lion who had left his cage, <br />again he roamed the streets in fiery rage. <br />This had to stop, we could expend no lives <br />of servant husbands and their faithful wives. <br />The cages at the zoo had been unlocked <br />all beasts escaped, this moment someone knocked <br />upon my door, it was the Maitre D. <br />who whispered 'you must follow to be free'. <br />A sudden flash of movement caught my eye <br />gigantic paws swiped at the man, went by <br />stood in the room in front of her and me <br />my newlywed cried 'I must go and pee.' <br />There was no way that we could here survive <br />oh what a turn, we want to stay alive! <br />I mumbled loudly, folded hands to pray <br />while the new spouse yelled 'please just go away.' <br />And at the sound of irate woman's scorn <br />that moment at the honeymoon's own morn <br />the lion shook his mane and arched his back <br />it soon appeared that he might not attack. <br />He slammed the door so splinters flew around <br />went in the lift and pressed the button 'Ground'. <br /> <br />And us? We hopped right into the big bed <br />to celebrate the fact we were not dead. <br />And you? In case you think I'd tell a fib <br />it is the same truth as in Adam's rib. <br />My friend, about these things one makes no jokes, <br />and I would never kid you decent folks.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honeymoon-sonnet/
