Haiku from Rudyard Kipling's curry stained hands.

Haiku from Rudyard Kipling's curry stained hands

 

in the dark jungle

a boy hears a tiger move,

but he has no fear.

 

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I wish I were Mowgli when I am probably more Baloo.

 

p.s. this just may be the world's worst haiku .... ssssssss

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