He was walking in the jungle happy as can be.
When he chanced upon a tiger in a tree.
The tiger said to him, you look so tasty.
He said, I beg you Mr. tiger please don't eat me.
The tiger gave him a sorrowful look.
As he bit into his thigh.
Which tasted sweet as apple pie.

by Lamar Cole

Comments (4)

I made a poem please check that my poem is right or wrong
A delightful write as Apple pie. Beautifully crafted write.10
Thigh is the best place to bit.. Hmm sweet as apple pie
Good one Lamar. A really well written piece. Judy