There is a virtual lion loose in Essex.
Its mane’s weaved from a thousand jokey tweets.
Its body is a flickering, quantum flux

between King of the Beasts and household cat.
Its only trail’s a vast swathe of newsprint,
Its roar is fibre optic and its scat

is piles of dodgy Photoshopped attempts
at peerless documentary evidence.
Tonight, it shakes its tail to leave its scent

against every suburban garden fence
and falls asleep unseen on garage roofs.
As tabbies’ shadows lengthen at sunset,

so harmless facts grow into monstrous truths.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 27, 2012 @ 23:58:44

    You are such a sceptic. I believe in the lion. They’ve had people on TV and the internet who’ve seen the beast. It’s yellow and big and it roars. Perhaps it will get a part on TOWIE, it’s acting can hardly be worse than those on the show.

    They’ve had the police, the army, helicopters and assorted hacks searching for the beast. At times like this, I love living in this country where harmless facts grow into monstrous truths. 🙂


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