A happy Sea lion
The Sea lion pond was without water,The janitor was reading Harry Potter.
At eleven o'clock,
the city bell struck.
Waiting outside, I was with my daughter.
The big pond was slippery and clean,
the Sea lion playing happily in-between.
Cleaning with the hose,
the Aquarium was closed.
The color of the water was aquamarine.
The Sea lion wouldn't trust any other,
the janitor was like his brother.
Fresh fish for breakfast,
The Sea lion was moving fast,
sliding from one side to another.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
Written on 2025-09-19 at 05:39
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