The Tiger
A tigress in Belgium rattled her cage
she got free growled angry words before
her keepers captured her
Her claws were manicured and red as blood.
Her hind legs to had manicured claws
and her fur was smooth as silk.
She was looking for a male tiger but in Belgium
they are thin on the ground.
Could it be rain?
She once, in the jungle found a tiger tall alas
the giant beast around, but untamed
left her in nail-bar and to another country fled.
There are so many tigresses everywhere and her
mane is getting grey.
Every artist knows
Their canvas is not complete
Without a pop of passionate red.
Every stop sign knows
They will not be honored
If they are not the right color
The flag would be blah if it was only blue and white
If you look at the world flags, most have courageous red.
The Irish have a form of it in their orange.
Glossy blue-red lipstick gives us a feeling of the fifties
When women hid their blatant sexuality
Saving it in the bedroom, when they turned into hungry tigresses,
Tearing their men apart with pure sensuality
Restaurants use joyful red lavishly, understanding she encourages eating.
Unsuspecting victims devour food at rapid pace, taking home seconds.
Children see red and think of the circus, popcorn, or a fire engine.
Excitement, pizazz, a happy ending to a blah day.
Red was once the color of an angry old-maid teacher’s pen.
My theory is that she was no tigress
because she had no man in her bedroom.
Red is for the passion, sensuality, and warmth.
Red is for sexuality and pizazz.
old tigers from dens
waiting to come out of sleep
for Valentines kiss
old tigresses fear
emotional utterance
may be played again
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Monday madness mauled my meandering melancholy mind
Tuesday tinkered tactlessly through tainted thoughtless taunts
Wednesday went without wonderful words whispered willingly
Thursday tempting taunting the tigresses to truant
Friday frivolously featured fruitful freaky fun frolics
Saturday simmered signifying sumptuous sultry spectacular scenes
Sunday slow slovenly siesta singing sunny songs
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