I love this poem by Stuart Henderson, never lose your authenticity.
The Lion who ironed his tail
Went on to clip his claws
He then employed a vocal coach
To help turn off his roars
He dyed his mane with henna
And had his teeth filed down
Now lenses show his eyes soft blue
Instead of hunting brown
He wrote a self-help manual
On how his violence ceased
Apologised for being
This bloody-whiskered beast
He wept his way round chat shows
But now he’s being sued
By families of each ex-gazelle
That he has ever chewed
No no-one sees him regal
And no-one thinks he’s strong
He hears the jungle sniggering
And wonders what went wrong
The Incisal Edge 