Walking My Tiger Home
Walking my tiger home,
I slipped and fell on a gnome.
He ran away like a deranged cat,
I hurt all over, but I had to find him
Stat.
Where in the world would he go?
Maybe he would find the circus show.
I'm sort of nervous, it's his fist time out,
I usually stay home due to my gout.
Doc said walking is good for my bones,
As I ponder my next move, I hear a tired
moan.
Well what do you know, my wayward pet
has returned,
I'm still on the darn ground, and I hit my
dome,
I finally got up now I must walk my tiger
home.
Alexis Y.
Inspired by the "While Walking My Tiger Home " contest.
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016
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