Sabre-tooth Tiger Poem
Poet Poet, Grade 3, Wesley College
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!