Sabre-tooth Tiger Poem
Poet Poet, Grade 3
Sabres grab when surrounded by other sabres.
They bite and chew with all there might.
Tame, fame they got fame.
Name, game they play a good game.
Fast, blast it runs fast as a blast.
Hair, fair I always play fair
It has whiskers on its nose that it shows.
Heat, feet it can never be beat!