Tiger, One of My Tigers is Missing Options

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There’s a Tiger in the cupboard
at the bottom of our stairs,
and you’ll get a chance to see him
if you catch him unawares.
If you tiptoe really quiet
and attempt a careful peep,
through the keyhole of our cupboard,
you may find him fast asleep.
When he isn’t feeling hungry
he’s as friendly as can be.
He’ll sit still for simply ages
while I read him poetry.
And I never have to feed him
for I find he’s quite content,
just to snack on bill collectors
or the men who come for rent.
Or on trolls, non-rhyming poets,
and those vacuum cleaner men.
They all disappear completely
and are never seen again.

I asked my friend the Tiger
if perhaps they’d ventured in.
He responded with a knowing wink…

And self contented grin.


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