In telling this story I never taiyer
Its about one Mr. and Mrs. Aiyer
Who went to see a Royal Bengal Tyger
Armed with camera and fire extinguisher
Having just read William Blake
They were keen to partake
In dousing that burning fyer
And record for posterity
In full digital clarity
The tyger’s rescue from its funeral pyer.
Coming upon the scene
Where the famed tyger reposed serene
Mr. Aiyer employed the fire extinguisha
Shattering the cat’s afternoon siesta
Whereupon, mishappily, he earned the tyger’s iyer
Widowed and enraged, the Aiyer’s Aiyeress
Decided to confront the tyger’s tygeress
Only to meet a consequence as dyer
And now the striped felines
Have put up graphic signs
‘Human ribs and bones, any byer’?
Ashish Kothari
(still figuring out how to retyer)
*With apologies to William Blake for taking his poem one level hyer
