There was a young lady of Riga
Who went for a ride on a tiger
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And a smile on the face of the tiger…
The author is anonymous. And you can read this limerick as a literal story of a young lady and a tiger. Or you can take it as a terrible warning, as I have always done, that if you embark on any of the pleasures in life known to be addictive, such as gambling or alcohol, you had better be sure it is you that remains in control of your pleasure, and not vice versa!