The Collesium (continued)
With one hand holding her pickle and the other holding her mothers
She sat thinking that she wished she had a brother.
Then out on the field there was a great ROAR! As a lion approached a gladi-ator
Oh that lion how it roared, it roared with great pride. It roared so loud that it reversed the tide.
With a skip in his step the gladiator approached, he approached as fast as a speeding boat.
He swung his sword at the lions front neck but the lion snapped back, and took a step back.
The gladiator advanced with no fear on his face
The lion backed up at a amazing pace
As the Gladiation steped up and swung his sword on last time
He swung it real fast and hit the beast in eye
It coward in fear and was doomed from there
As the blood was being lost fast and with one little tear,
It lye on the ground as dead as a mop.
This is were my trip to the collesium comes to a stop.
THE END
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