The Lion & 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
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 at Mousehole, Cornwall…
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