TIGER TAILED
ROCKETS
He grabbed the tiger, by the tail,
He lit the fuse and let it sail.
The glitter rained, the rocket soared,
From its nozzle flitter poured.
At its apex, thunder sounded,
Grand salute that really pounded.
All that came back, was its Stick,
Just like Bourbon, Smooth, with a Kick!
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© 1995 Jackie Whedbee
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Featuring Doc Barrs Strobing Rockets
at Stevens Point
Wisconsin PGI Convention
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