Walking My Tiger Home
when just a lad, in skinny pad
the kids all picked on me
so hatched, I did, a brilliant plan
to make those meanies flee;
at home, you’ll know, were two young gals
both younger than your friend,
and younger means more gullible
(and willing to pretend);
now sisters know that big brothers
are very seldom wrong
so when I said I needed them
they quickly went along;
in dad’s garage was orange spray paint
and green weed-whacker string -
(this part would make all mothers faint
except for those sleeping):
Belinda had the bigger bum
so I made her the base
since Sara was the lighter one
she got to be the face
both dressed in white and stacked like bread
I tied them tight with rope
Then took my paint and turned them orange
my artwork was so dope,
next with black tape I gave them stripes,
and stuck to Bel’ the tail,
to Sara’s face I glued the string
because I lacked a nail;
then with a leash I borrowed from
my dog whose name was Chalk
like a wild cat, from the jungle
I taught them how to walk;
the next afternoon when school was through,
my sisters were prepared
to get costumed in my defense
and make those meanies scared;
and scared they were, I have to say
when we began to roam
for off they ran and left me be
walking my tiger home.
07/25/16
Entry for Walking My Tiger Home Contest
Sponsored by David Lindsay
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