Tyger, Tyger

One of the more amusing forwards to pop up in my inbox:

Actual poem by a Bengali schoolteacher


Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent

Boshtaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life.

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches.
But I not fear these sons of beeches.

Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight.

Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down,
Then like hero return to native town.

Then through trees I am espying one cave ,
I am telling self - "Bannerjee be brave"

I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger's lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day.

Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee

He bounding from cave like footballer Pele
I run shouting "Kali Ma tumi kothay gele"

Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming

I am a telling that never in life
I will risk again for my damn wife!!!!