The Tigress

The Tigress

 
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo: tigers have 18 toes.
Twice as many as lives, lest we resent the throes.
 
O, beautiful for spacious skies, are they innocents?
Or have they simply lost their innocence?
 
She is fierce with courage and desire.
Place no blame, for she knows not whence it came.
 
Silly childhood games; like dinner for sinners.
The circle of fifths holds many pleasantries.
 
Rage, anger, sloth, virility, and compatibility.
Compartments in a box, or merely yellow Gox socks?
 


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