This reprise from an earlier poem, authored by me:
TIGERS DON’T GROWL MUCH
UNLESS THEY ARE BORED
OR, UNLESS ATTEMPTING TO
TACKLE THE JUNGLE LORD,
WHOSE FACE TIGERS NEVER SEE
BUT WHO STILL HANDS OUT
THEIR STRIPES, JUDICIOUSLY.
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