Sachma! Blighter
#3 of Sachma!
Second poem for my personal Sachma! challenge.
You see, the Dandy Lion was proud,
He had a lover and it made him loud,
Surely, another would do the same,
Love makes anybody near-insane.
The rodent went on with his search,
And met a bloke named Church.
"What a joke!" said he,
"A mouse bent for a lion! He-he!"
You see, Church was a real blighter;
He made his living as a footpad.
A spade was what he used as a fighter,
But he usually didn't need it, too bad.
The rodent was terrified,
Tiny as he, battle was nullified.
"Don't rob me," the mouse did plead,
Ever defiant, Church listened to his greed.
He said, "Go on ahead," and gestured.
Swiftly, the mouse went - his life treasured.
But Church lied and hit his head.
The rodent, now, was dead.