The Lion of the Lighthouse

Lightning Lightfoot, the lazy lumbering lion, lived listlessly and lackadaisically in a lotus-lined, lackluster lighthouse laid lengthwise.

The languid lummox laconically lipped, “Listen.”

Letting the lull linger, the lethargic leo, then lapsing from lassitude, luxuriated in loquacious lexicon, lyrically and logically listing legitimate lessons learned: “Likened to lighthouses, lamps, lanterns, and lighters look less luminous, lose in largeness, and lack locks.”