When the optician walked through the door,
He was looking at the floor.
But when he looked up he got a fright,
At the most peculiar sight.
There was a tiger in his chair,
The optician was just standing there,
He dropped his things with a loud clatter,
And the tiger said “whats the matter?.
Could you start with the right eye please?,
I hope you can put it at ease.”
The optician just turned white,
And tried with all his might,
To walk over to the chair.
When he got there
He smelt the tiger’s breath,
Which was full of death.
He was so scared, he fainted to the floor,
Just as a lady came in the door.
“Oh tigger what are you doing there?,
My cute little cuddly bear!”
Said the lady full of joy,
As if he was a little boy.
The optician who was feeling as light as fluff,
Said “hold on whats all this stuff?”
The lady replied “sorry I am,
For tigger here (whose real names Sam),
Jumped up and ran away from me,
I really hope you can see,
The nuisance a pet tiger can be!”
The tiger looked down guiltily,
At this they left the optician alone,
While they went off home.
