Triple Trouble

Two tiger cubs were laying low, Until he came along... Like someone you don't want to know, Who's always doing wrong! He cosied up, then he attacked! He caught them unawares! The scaredy-cats had to react, Because they hated scares! They pounced on him and bit his ears! They squashed his swishing tail! Their mother watched her little dears As each one gave a wail... Three tiger cubs in one mad fight! She'd seen it all before... And though she knew this was her plight, She soon laid down the law! The cubs submitted, just like that! Went quiet... for a while... The two cubs jumped and made him scat! And showed they still had guile... Cub number three, would strike again! He'd catch them from behind! He'd find another moment when Revenge was on his mind! He licked his tail, his twisted tail, His poor tail hurt him so... 'Next time! ' he said, ' I must not fail... I'll match them blow for blow! ' The rogue male never learnt to love... He learnt to live alone... He learnt to live life in the rough... His heart had turned to stone... Don't be like him! He lost his way! He thought that he was cool... Remember always, when you play... Be kind and never cruel! If every one would seek the good, There'd be less pains that sting! If only siblings understood What purr-fect peace can bring... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Triple Trouble'.