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.
Titles:
A Burn, A Tiger, But Not So Bright
A Tiger Is Still A Tiger
I Out-Tigered Myself
Last Lines:
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.
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I have a tiger poem for you. It also involves monkeys. But it has no title. Yet.
"The tiger in my bedroom ate the clown."
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