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The Insepctors

He is always so grumpy
Except for those times
When the glittering tigers visit

And they trudge up the stairs
To comfort him for a while

For it snows in his head
And he cannot relax

When they get to his bed
The tigers say:

“I think we have destroyed each other
Enough for today, don’t you?”

He nods

Then the tigers find the portal
And are soon gone