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Poems for Isabella: ‘Tiger’

February 16, 2008 · No Comments

Last night, a tiger came into my bed

He ate my fingers and my head

He broke my ankle and my chin

My chest is bruised, I hurt my shin

My eyesight went all out of whack

I lost my brains and cracked my back

My kidneys I can’t even feel

It was a terrible ordeal

It put my muscles in a lock

My hair turned white, I was in shock

My bum is one enormous blister

But…

He forgot to eat my sister

 

(If you see him,  ask him kindly to return

I’m sure he’s sad he missed her)

 

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