Ode to Tiger Balm.

Oh Tiger Balm, how do I love thee, let me count the ways.

I love thee for your spicy scent and when applied to my shoulder, you supply ample opportunities for me to catch a whiff of you.

I love thee for your icy hotness and the “oxymoron-ess” that results from that — and your mystical magical healing properties.

And I love thee because you are called “Tiger Balm” — because you truly are da bomb, like tigers are.

‘Nuff said.

This is why I’m not a poet. :)

See the comments on Facebook.

(Visited 78 times, 1 visits today)

Leave a Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Click here for details about my new book.