Pryde, as always, your poems get me thinking.
So here's the thing:
- If the lioness fell for the tiger; and,
- The lioness knew the tiger liked nuts
... why didn't she just get him some nuts?
This strikes me as a self-evident solution to the lioness' problem. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach" ... was the lioness unaware of the axiom?
All this spontaneous combustion and rising from the ashes, over and over again ... it seems unnecessary. Just buy the guy a can of cashews!
Of course, I suppose, "nuts," could be being used metaphorically for the literal, which would, indeed, cause a problem of an existential nature.
But the squirrel was no bird lover
In the UK, that could be construed as a hint.
:-)
BTW: Check out Old-Guy-Photos' feed. If you know how to edit photos, which, as you will see, I do not ... you could have some fun. And, if you're going to spank me for leaving smarty-pants remarks in your comments section (for which I couldn't blame you), see if you can find another Shakespearean quip. That was a very clever riposte. On that note, what play did that come from ... I can't find the reference?
It did not come from any play ... I was inspired by Shakespeare and not ripping him off.
No the tiger wanted only solid gold nut shells. He did not care for the actual meat of the matter. But fortunately the lioness has long gone on to liking her own species:)
BTW ... cashews are legumes:):):)