Friday, June 4, 2010

Sonnet of Tigers and Dinner

Wacky Wednesday video’s galore.
I look around the room in fear.
Glance to the left, right; the room is a bore.
So very happy that I shed a tear.
Eeney meeny miney mo.
I see a cuddly baby tiger.
I caught this tiger by the toe.
And took it home and shoved it in the fire.
With a knife, I skin the little cub,
Picking eyeballs and internal organs.
Into the trash to be recycled with love,
I put on my purple cardigan.
The guests come into the dining room;
“Let’s eat!” they say, as they smell the fumes.

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