Summary: A really bad poem about Bombalurina and the Rum Tum Tugger.
That Swagger of His
With his studded belt,
He struts through the crowd,
Wearing his champion smile;
Charming and proud.
Those dreamy eyes,
That long silky mane,
Cause me to melt;
Go completely insane.
I must stand my ground.
I won't let him win.
I am as fine as he;
Tall and slim.
That swagger of his,
My hips a sway,
The heat is on,
And we're at play.
Some see careless.
Others see rude.
But I see a tom,
Honest and true.
A/N: There's definitely something missing there . . . but I can't put my paw on it. I'm new to writing about this character ( as if you couldn't tell ) I am open for advice, although, I probably won't be writing anything more on the Rum Tum Tugger. Bombalurina however, is a different story all together. :)
R&R please . . . I need it!