Thursday, July 9, 2015

Poem: The Tiger

A tiger going for a stroll
Met an old man and ate him whole.

The old man shouted, and he thumper,
The tiger's stomach churcned and bumped.

The other tigers said: "Now really,
We hear your breakfast much too clearly."

The moral is, he should have chewed.
It does no good to bolt one's food.

by Edward Lucie-Smith

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