Once upon a time long ago
When four scholar friends,
Were passing a deep forest
And then this is what happened.They decided to test their talents
Before they reach their village,
So they found a skeleton of a lion
It was time to use their knowledge.One of them came forward
And decided to set the bone frame,
But a wise one tried to stop him
"Don't play. It's a dangerous game."But soon the frame was settled
And the next one gave the skin,
The lion was all fit and ready
He was just dead and thin.The last one was ready to wake him
But the wise one warned again,
They mocked on him, "He's a coward.
And have nothing to prove his brain."At last, he asked them to wait
Until he quickly climbed a tree,
"Now do whatever you want to
No matter how dreadful it'll be."The last one gave another life
To the soulless lion on the floor,
The lion woke up and their
Happiness grew more and more.But their celebrations died soon
Who were with the lion down there,
The lion was hungry for so long
The one on the tree was only spared.The story teaches a lesson deep
That only skills can't be enough,
You should have an active brain
To be safe from dangerous stuff._______________________________
Poet's note
Hey reader,
My talent is to just rewrite old stories into poems. Do you find it a good talent?Vote my ballad if it deserves that and tell me your talent in the comments below.
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