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Tiger (with apologies to WIlliam Blake)
Tiger (with apologies to William Blake)
Tiger, Tiger driving far,
In the fairways from afar,
With immortal mighty swings,
That drive the ball and give it wings.
In the distant desperate traps,
Sand may fling while duffer flaps
But on the fairway you aspire
And none may ever douse your fire.
And with shoulder, drive the ball,
Pointing clearly where it fall,
For when your heart began to beat,
The golf gods smiled, their dream replete.
For you’re the hammer, there’s no chain,
In furnace forged can stop your game
Nor anvil, on which to mold
the beauty of your clubs to hold!
When the grass grows on the green
And twinkles in the dew-light’s sheen
It seems to wait and slightly list
For ball to drop with pumping fist
Tiger, Tiger driving far,
In the fairways from afar,
With immortal mighty swings,
That drive the ball and give it wings.
(c) Bart Breen
Sir, you are just too much you really should go on sale lol. I adore william blake and tiger tiger burning bright has always had a nice warm home in my heart and then you go and so hysterically butcher it that I can't even be upset with you. it was just too cute. I wrote a tribute to him called oh blake but mine is not in the least bit humorous lol. Im dying to read any other famous person you can butcher up with your humor. kudos to you. melissa