[BITList] Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright

[John Feltham]

off the cuff:


Tiger Tiger burning bright
Hear Elin gave you a fright
Chased you in dark of night
Her swing was mercifully light.

'twas not a driver, only a six iron
but a divorce lawyers she's hirin'
you can come out apologies firing
but she's gotta be paid for your liaring

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Or

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,                                     Tiger, Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,                                          Chasing bimbos in the night
What immortal hand or eye                                       Married to the beautiful Elin
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?                            What others are you feelin'?

In what distant deeps or skies                                   Oh gallant booster of Nike
Burnt the fire in thine eyes?                                      It seems other girls you likey
On what wings dare he aspire?                                Oh valiant shaver with Gillette
What the hand dare seize the fire?                           Your eye wanders to any bimbette

And what shoulder, and what art?                            And what form, what a swing
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?                         The graceful Elin made a ding
And when thy heart began to beat,                          And when you showed no class or grace
What dread hand, and what dread feet?                 She justly disfigured your lousy face

What the hammer? What the chain?                        Apologies flow mostly in vain
In what furnace was thy brain?                                For lost values you only feign
What the anvil? What dread grasp                           What talent, what unerring skill 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?                                   Moral shoes you simply do not fill 

When the stars threw down their spears,                 Oh winner of big, big purses
And watered heaven with their tears,                      You've been on forbidden courses
Did he smile his work to see?                                  You've often into the woods hit driver 
Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?                now you've driven woods into a river

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,                                   Tiger! Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night,                                         Will you ever see the light
What immortal hand or eye                                      A golf ball soundly you hit
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?                             But in life you are a shit!