Tiger in the Dark Woods

Tuesday 8th December 2009 4:07 pm

Tiger! Tiger! Taking flight
In the woods at dead of night,
With Elin's fearsome hand and eye
Fixed on your rear end rushing by?

In what distant barmaid thighs
Burnt the fire of your eyes?
On what bed did you perspire?
What the kiss did light your fire?

And what temptress, & what tart.
Did twist the sinews of your heart?
And when your heart began to beat,
What transgression? what rude treat?

What the driver? what the pain?
In what furnace was your brain?
What the putter? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the car crunched on the tree,
And watered heaven with hydrant spree,
Did he cry his work to see?
Did he despair celebritee?

Tiger! Tiger! Taking flight
In the woods at dead of night,
With Elin's fearsome hand and eye
Striking true with iron five.

Comments

Gus Jonsson

Sun 13th Dec 2009 22:15

....Dont ya think she shoulda da had her right thumb over her left showing her V pointin to her shoulder ... swing back slowly... an follow thru... then shewoulda had him good an proper...

Martin Nelson

Fri 11th Dec 2009 02:06

It has been a few days since I've looked through the blogs. Let me second Chris' comment, it was great to see you at the River View, and also great to see Chris too!

Once again you make commentry on current events with comedic eloquence.

Malpoet

Wed 9th Dec 2009 23:14

Thanks for your comments Cynthia and Dave

I understand your concerns about privacy. Every private person has an entitlement to it, but if you have built a career worth a billion dollars on the basis of your public profile, and your personal characteristics are used as part of that income generation, then your life has been exposed to comment by your own decision. Tiger Woods' personal problems are also the problems of Tiger Woods the multi million dollar corporation. The two things are inseparable and that was his choice

Dave Bradley

Wed 9th Dec 2009 22:36

Clever and funny poem, though I do share Cynthia's sentiments. It must be tough up there in the media spotlight and there's some things money can't buy. Thanks for commenting on my little haiku

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 9th Dec 2009 13:34

This poem certainly is clever, and topical.
But, I feel for the anguish of all the characters so exposed. How could I ever know the kind of stress involved in the private hearts of each 'player' in this little drama? I'm certainly not about to jump on any 'Nanny nanny boo boo' wagon.