Wise men told how it came to pass,
St. Anthony strolled through fields of grass.
To him the tiger said with a ferocious grin,
Hairy lips quivered on a double chin.
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Loved the sound of the poem but I got lost in the 4th stanza. Understood the poem till then.
Yes..... we are no saints and each one has his own weakness! To the tiger it may be flesh, for men it may be women, to another, it may be carnal love! I enjoyed the jingling sound of the poem effected by the use of alliterative words! A very entertaining write! Though I tried to post a comment earlier, I couldn't as the screen kept shifting from one poem to the other. Strange enough, it was with your poems alone!