The Tiger Who Lives on the Fridge

by Mark Edwards, Arlington, Texas, USA

I head for the kitchen and what do I hear?
The Tiger Who Lives on the Fridge.

I wonder if I should surrender to fear
Of The Tiger Who Lives on the Fridge.

I glance 'round the corner and shiver to see
The bright golden tiger's eyes staring at me.

And his fur is so regal, his bearing so proud,
As he sounds out his roar so demanding and loud:

MEOW! MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!

I cuddle and snuggle and skritch his sweet head,
And I grab him and take him right off to my bed.

What a team! And we dream, yes, together we dream,
Of the Tiger Who Lives on the Fridge.

Editor's note:

• If you want to comment on this poem, why not write direct to Mark?
• He will be pleased to hear from you!

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