Day in the life of Scar
Scar observed his wide land,
his belly was still empty.
From hunger he’d eat sand,
hyena meat was tempting.
He hunted zebra mare,
she ventured way too near.
How did she even dare,
lions should she fear.
He pinned her to the ground,
spread her muscled legs.
Her tiny rump was round,
he ignored her muffled begs.
With the power of a lion,
he pounded her poor ass.
Scar bigger was than kion,
far longer did he last.
Poor zebra was now gaping,
her tiny rump was stretched.
She did not enjoy the raping,
in cum her mane was drenched.
Scar ate her in the end,
his semen mixed with blood.
The king then watched his land,
expecting rains and flood.