My sis, the smiling tigress
You're striding proudly down the street,
Your chin held high, your eyes ahead.
Whatever obstacle you meet,
Is ground beneath your rhythmic tread.
"Now, who's that girl right over there?
I've never seen her likes before!"
The fellows wonder as they stare,
Their simple minds left wanting more.
"The luckless hounds" I think aloud,
You smile and give your skirt a spin,
For here's a girl who kills the crowd;
My sis, the source of male chagrin!
I love you though and dearly so,
And pity he who makes you cry;
Impending Doom of Geeky Bro
Will teach the sod just how to fly!
Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-12-24 at 01:47
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