THE LION & MOUSEHOLE: A NEW POEM...

The Lion and Mousehole

It was surely Lenny the Lion.

There, on Mousehole’s rock strewn beach.

Terry Hall’s arm was missing, naturally,

Which would into his puppet’s innards stretch and reach…

It was tough to decide who was in control

There, on vintage children’s television,

For the limp pawing lion was gaily vocal

And the ventriloquist dumbly accepted the derision…

It was Lenny the Lion’s head

There, with an expression plainly indignant,

Its features hewn and weathered from solid stone

But the hole for Terry’s arm lay redundant…

Pete Ray

July 2018

I always wondered what had happened to the annoying puppet Lenny the Lion and there he was… 

No waxwork, merely a stone effigy of his enormous head…