Trip the tiger and grab its tail,
with pain I want to hear you wail.
Scream with fear for my waiting ears,
quick, trip him before he hears.
Coward you are.
Afraid to get a scar.
Running, closing the gate,
panting in a tremored state.
Here I thought I'd see some blood.
Instead the tiger's paws covered in mud.
It's disappointing.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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