I went down to the jungle.
Tigers sniffed me but I was not their favourite meat
Monkeys threatened from the trees but did not throw,
I was not the target they wanted to hit.
Snaked slithered by but did not coil around me.
I was not what they needed to hold.
Mosquitoes buzzed my ears and I waved at them but none wanted to drain me.
So I came home and wrote this poem.
I\'m not food for any appetite
Maybe try a different jungle tomorrow.