Denis Martindale

I'M Tired... - Poem by Denis Martindale

When tigers run and run and run
Beneath that sun on high,
They soon lose all their sense of fun
And simply want to lie...
They settle down upon the ground,
Admitting their defeat
To anyone who's there around
Who still can stand the heat...

When tigers swish their tails no more,
They're almost fast asleep,
Enough to yawn and then to snore
While breathing in so deep...
The wise man isn't prone to stay
And walk up closer still,
By now he's running fast away
Beyond that yonder hill...

When tigers lie, closed eyes, at rest,
It's best to leave them be,
If woken, they won't be impressed,
You won't have time to flee!
Let tigers lounge and be advised,
Don't laugh, don't cry, don't cough!
'Cos if you do, you'll be surprised!
They'll bite your head clean off!

Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013.

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'I'm Tired'.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013

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