Sadie, my Siberian tiger outgrew her cage
seven hundred pounds, she is big for her age
we let her have the guest bedroom in the back
she spends her days playing with an old train track
How long is she staying? My husband dares to ask.
I peeked In and saw her don her favorite sleep mask
Since she is illegal, we better keep her for life
in order to reduce my jail sentence and a lot of strife.
is the grey heron happier than me,
When he hovers over the small lake,
I have no trouble imagining it, dear neighbor,
And the raven more wicked than black, say
Is he happier than you, great poet?
I have no trouble imagining it, dear neighbor,
And the duck accompanied by sweet oranges,
His destiny ends in apotheosis, to put it better,
Is the cat striped with yellow happier?
When he walks like a Siberian tiger,
I have no trouble imagining it, dear neighbor,,
The animals look at the measure of everything,
They are much happier than you, Poet.
Siberian tiger, striped, brave and strong
She covered my entire car, ten feet long
Six hundred and sixty pounds turned and stared me down
I ran until I reached the edge of the very next large town
You were never in danger, a voice said in my head.
He’s just a big pussy, a pet of your weird old neighbor Ned.
But part of me knew better, and was glad I had been spared.
For neighbors like this odd duck man, I have truly never cared.
Siberian tiger larger than you suspect
Ten foot long from fat tail to fatter neck
Weighing six hundred and sixty pounds, bigger than four human beings
Here is one now, which is why I am not tee-heeing.
great night vision
Siberian tiger
I feel his breath
unchallenged danger
Siberian tiger stalks
fearful boars panic
I stepped out into the frigid cold
in my Russian winter coat
It felt like summertime,
all warm and toasty outside
Even though it was an arctic Michigan night,
with howling winds and sub-zero temperature
I was one well-insulated Siberian tiger ...
a Detroit tiger,
feeling hot and sweaty
in my Russian winter coat
I felt bad for the shivering souls
who briskly walked past me,
rushing to wherever there was heat
As for me, I was moving casually,
like I was on a midnight stroll in the middle of June
It felt like summertime high noon
I was just an old Highland Park polar bear,
walking in a winter blizzard without so much as a care
Anybody who lives in cold weather climate,
I suggest this one vital
clothing item
for winter survival
Get an authentic Russian winter coat
It will keep you warm as mama's oven;
inside that furry lining, on a cold day,
you be feeling like hot-buttered toast
and a sizzling English roast
I am like a Siberian tiger
Creeping through taigas
Looking for great power
A letter arrived one evening
Praising my hypnotic gaze
And you craving a carnal touch
I arrived with a prophecy
My magic cured Tsarina’s son
And led me up to autocracy
You can shoot me, poison me
But I will rise again, you will see
The evil protects me eternally
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