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Fashionista! #2: Tiger’s Spring🐾
I'm Fashionista, how I love the spring,
With flowers scented all the colors gay.
I hear my darkest ravings rise to bring
My crave for blooded sport in which I play.
The Apple large that everyone calls Big,
Has been my plaything since I came to town.
I own Manhattan Upper from my digs,
With line of trendy fans who hang around.
While stalking, walking down Sixth Avenue,
I stop at Reicher's Deli near the park.
The smells are irresistible, the view.
They all look like the candy bar named "Clark".
I knew by end of day I'd have my treat;
A guy that's eating in the corner booth.
He'll beg to hail a taxi to my suite,
And be my dinner while I wear the proof.
He said he was a vegan, ain't that cute,
As if that would've stopped me, but we know;
A side of veggies and a bowl of fruit
Will cleanse the palate when I can't say 'no'.
This is a follow-up of my original poem "Fashionista!" which is in my DU gallery for you readers who don't know this character of mine.
April 22 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
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