There was an old Something...

There was an old dear of Bengal,

Who was quite unbelievably small,

But she ate a fresh tiger,

That wriggled inside her,

And curled her up tight as a ball.

The old lady fought back I recall,

And started a preposterous brawl,

It was quite a sight,

To watch those two fight,

Like a cartoon of limbs all asprawl.

It eventually slowed to a crawl,

When the old lady let out a loud call,

Well, more like howl,

That changed to a growl,

And frightened the crowd, one and all.

She stretched up and shredded her shawl,

And towered right over the wall,

So her wish had come true,

She had a wonderful view,

Because now she's impossibly tall.

The epilogue of this has a twist,

Because she can't really exist,

If you see this old dear,

And don't run with fear,

I'll think you're incredibly tipsy.

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I couldn't think of a word to rhythm at the end there ;)

Picture is slightly modified - as far as I'm aware, all images used are free/uncredited.

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