Join me in writing one thousand poems about tigers. Work backwards or forwards from my last lines or titles, or make your own.
All will be posted here.
A Burn, A Tiger, But Not So Bright
A Tiger Is Still A Tiger
I Out-Tigered Myself
a cough (I cheated) and out-tigered the tiger.
tigers lust too.
I thought he was sharp, and then I realized he was not a he, but a tiger.
that tiger somehow seemed to know how to think like a tiger.