Walking My Tiger Home
Walking my tiger home...
As I do after we roam...the countryside where we play and hide
I sometimes stare at his stripes of orange and black...
He then extends his arm and gives me a playful whack...
Yeah...just walking my tiger home...
Don’t really mind if we're alone...wagging his tail back and forth to no avail
But at least I know that he is very happy...
Even if he does give me a slappy (ouch)...
Sometimes he makes me angry...and I feel like pulling his tail (yeah right)
I’m sure he would give a whale of a yell...what a story to tell
But he’s a little pussy cat...
And we’ll leave it at that...
Yes Sir... just walking my tiger home...
I’m glad we're not in ancient Rome...for then he would be fearsome and gruesome
What a twosome!
Yeah...my companion Jerome...that’s right I called him Jerome!
Just...
Walking my tiger home...
July.24.2016
Walking My Tiger Home - Poetry Contest
By David Lindsay
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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