A tiny tiger who wanted to play
And his exploration, I dared not impede
From dishwasher to oven he stood with great pride
At which point I thought it best we go outside
There in the grass he wanted to stay
And found a small leaf upon which to prey
He sat...
...and he prowled
...and he growled...
Then for fear of the sprinklers we called it a day.
The End.
4 comments:
Agh!! I can't decide which I love more - your poem or the cutest little tiger ever! Too much fun!
This is much too cute! Great job! (and does Mr. Perry normally prowl around as a Tiger?)
Why are you the cutest person in the whole world? I loved this with my whole heart!
So freaking adorable!!
I bet Halloween will be a blast.
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