Liger-Poem

Grrrrrr says liger
Where is his meat
We better hurry like its a track meet

When he gets mad, he likes to eat
In order to find his meat
He runs with his feet

Ligers do not cheat
When it comes to meat
They store it in sheets

When they eat their meat
They are not very neat
Because they think its a treat

They catch their meat
While in the heat
But watch out for their deceit

When ligers catch their meat
They will not be beat
Because they want their juicy meat

In order to catch their meat
They shop at elite feet

Now catching meat
Is hard in the sleet
Much harder than in the heat

In this poem about meat
I talked about meat
And how the liger is so elite!