King Tbq and Me
He was the cutest tiger I had ever seen in a box with a mat.
Discarded and alone, so I could not resist the plea of this cat.
Also, he was free, and what kind of person could pass up that?
I named him Shere Khan Two, but he did not like it and said so.
I was surprised that he was determined to right this before we could go.
I prefer being called King T.B.Q. he told me with flash as it started to snow.
So King T.B.Q. and I ran to the car,
and I thought all would be well in the next scene.
Except he insisted upon driving, and frankly,
his driving was less than keen.
I tricked him into going to the zoo,
and left him there with a zookeeper, I guess kind of mean.
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