| Lol ( @ 2009-10-27 13:22:00 |
If I were a poet I would write an ode to Tiger Balm, waxing lyrical about its icy embrace and heavenly scent. I'm thinking something in the style of Keats' 'Ode to Melancholy'. Not being a poet, I will instead give you a limerick on the fascinating creation of Tiger Balm for a rheumatic Emperor of China.
Said the Emperor 'Cure my pain
Or my lapdogs will feast on your brain!'
Doctors jumped in alarm
And produced Tiger Balm
Bringing peace to the Emperor's reign.
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Said the Emperor 'Cure my pain
Or my lapdogs will feast on your brain!'
Doctors jumped in alarm
And produced Tiger Balm
Bringing peace to the Emperor's reign.
Back to assignments.