When tigers run and run and run <br />Beneath that sun on high, <br />They soon lose all their sense of fun <br />And simply want to lie... <br />They settle down upon the ground, <br />Admitting their defeat <br />To anyone who's there around <br />Who still can stand the heat... <br /> <br />When tigers swish their tails no more, <br />They're almost fast asleep, <br />Enough to yawn and then to snore <br />While breathing in so deep... <br />The wise man isn't prone to stay <br />And walk up closer still, <br />By now he's running fast away <br />Beyond that yonder hill... <br /> <br />When tigers lie, closed eyes, at rest, <br />It's best to leave them be, <br />If woken, they won't be impressed, <br />You won't have time to flee! <br />Let tigers lounge and be advised, <br />Don't laugh, don't cry, don't cough! <br />'Cos if you do, you'll be surprised! <br />They'll bite your head clean off! <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013. <br /> <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'I'm Tired'. <br /> <br />More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br />denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-tired-33/
