|
The tiger flashes sharpened teeth. |
|
Bowler-hatted; summer briefs |
|
Beneath his pinstriped skin. |
|
To kill demands a business sense; |
|
Economy moves non-residence |
|
Approaching from down-wind. |
|
Being a tiger means you laugh |
|
Whenever lesser tigers have |
|
To eat meat that's infected. |
|
Being a tiger means your mate |
|
When overfed will defecate |
|
In places least expected. |
|
Knowing a tiger means you must |
|
Accept his promise of mutual trust |
|
And offer him your throat. |
|
Loving a tiger means you take |
|
Second place to the cake you bake |
|
And with undying servile obedience |
|
Keep the stiffly starched collar |
|
Of his conference shirt spotless |
|
And remove daily the daubed bloody |
|
Evidence of his dastardly misdeeds |
|
From the otherwise immaculate elegance |
|
Of his pinstripe tiger coat. |
|
Period. |
