Experiments in Writing

 There was a blue tiger,

Who walked through the forest,

With stripes of gold,

Finding somewhere to hide,

But neither grass nor plains had the colors of him,

And he roamed the land rather grim.

“I’ll camouflage no further”, said he,

“Instead I’ll stand out”, vowed he.

So he bought a red car and whizzed around town,

It brought him great joy to create a tradition his own.

But lo! The townsfolk saw what was possible,

Because the tiger had been bold to embrace himself. 

For today’s post, I figured I’d try my hand at some poetry.