Tigers In Minature.
Hey, hey, the day is greyThe black clouds reappear
Its time to put my feet up
And have a can of beer
The kittens in the basket
Its mother fast asleep
No more reeking havoc
As up the curtains they do creep
At last a break, a time for peace
No more nipping at my toe's
Or climbing legs like everest
With pin like teeth and tiny claws
A tiger now in minature
He loves to fly around
To hide behind the plant pots
Then jump out in leaps and bounds
They really are the sweetest pair
To watch them is a treat
But its good to have some peace at last
And watch them fall asleep.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-05-11 at 11:33
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