Stuffed Tiger

 


Hello Tiger, here you sit with a silly face.
Why are you sad? You have a special place.

In my world you represent the time
of a Saturday evening of laughter and wine.

I saw you at a carnival game,
we won, and home with me you came.

Sitting in my room on a special chest,
cheering me as I lay to rest.

You’re large and you’re furry, nice to own,
stuffed softly without a single bone.

But a heart you have, for it is mine,
a fondness of you to remember the time.

The Saturday Night of carnival fun,
bringing you home at the setting sun.

copyrighted: 1988 CMM

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