With fur of orange and black and white.
Furiously he sits and typesThe tiger roams the jungle ground
A nasterpiece with lots of bite.
With deep green eyes that search for prey.
Creepily he looks aroundYou don't have time to scream or shout.
For someone new with whom to play.
The outcome leaves no room for doubt.
She rips you up and spits you out.
You're splattered with an inky blot.
Your reputation's fully shot.
You think he's sorry? No. He's not.