Outbeasted Poem by Ima Ryma

A saber toothed tiger did be
Suddenly catching me off guard.
With smacking lips it looked at me,
And I knew escape would be hard.
With no weapons I knew that I
Could not outrun this fearsome beast.
Oh, what a gruesome way to die
Becoming an unwilling feast.
Then I heard a familiar sound
To get my butt back to the cave.
Familiar footsteps on the ground
I knew would soon arrive to save.

A fiercer beast did save my life.
Showed up to save me was my wife.