Survival of the fittest
Ejiofor Alisigwe
London England
ejioforalisigwe@hotmail.co.uk
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
It's another hot day
The sun was high up in the sky
Watchful Papa Tiger nudged his son and shout
An excited cry for a hot pursuit
Go get them son!
Tiger Son galloped into the herd
All grazing away lazily like they ever had
Nooo! wailed Mama Tiger to her son
Stop right there, you hear, stop
What in the world are you playing at?
Shouted Papa Tiger to his wife
I should be asking you that, Papa
Chided Mama Tiger standing at akimbo
Squaring up as were the lingo
Have you so soon forgotten
To our world something rotten
We eat flesh Mama, very very fresh
Said Papa Tiger with a little poetic licence
Don't call me stupid, you hear
Mama Tiger made it clear
Then let the boy be darling
It is only his first kiss as you will
Boys will be boys, darling
Let him have his first kiss and kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Scolded Mama Tiger
Is all I hear from you
Papa Tiger rolled his eyes and grunted
Much I can say about you
We are not damn vegetarians
We eat meat, fresh from the herd
And I will be damned if it had me bothered
Then pick someone your size
Said Mama Tiger with contemptuous muse
Like I said, go get them son
But be careful who you pick on!
Concluded Papa Tiger, philosophically
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