Empty stomached and hungry eyed,
Crouching low in thoughts of food,
Wishing to devour all a’spied,
The tiger pockets his measly change.
The prices of a simple cake,
The measly portion given,
Enough coin he can never make,
To take the Danish of desire.
Sulking back in his jungle home,
He takes a cupcake from the fridge,
Savaging it ceases to roam,
In search of the next victim’s sponge.