TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? - William Blake. 1757–1827
Me first! I would write the rest of the poem, but it's too long for a comment.
A new-to-me poem! But I see it's an old one!
I haven't got a tiger poem but I have a Lion poem . . . lolTHE LION AND ALBERTThere’s a famous seaside place called Blackpool,That’s noted for fresh air and fun,And Mr and Mrs RamsbottomWent there with young Albert, their son.A grand little lad was young Albert,All dressed in his best; quite a swellWith a stick with an ‘orse’s ‘ead ‘andle,The finest that Woolworth’s could sell.They didn’t think much to the Ocean:The waves, they was fiddlin’ and small,There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.So, seeking for further amusement,they paid and went into the Zoo,Where they’d Lions and Tigers and Camels,And old ale and sandwiches too.There were one great big Lion called Wallace;His nose were all covered with scars-He lay in a somnolent posture,With the side of his face on the bars.Now Albert had heard about Lions,How they was ferocious and wild-To see Wallace lying so peaceful,Well, it didn’t seem right to the child.So straightway the brave little feller,Not showing a morsel of fear,Took his stick with it’s’orse’s ‘ead ‘andle...And pushed it in Wallace’s ear.You could see that the Liion didn’t like it,For giving a kind of a roll,He pulled Albert inside the cage with ‘im,And swallowed the little lad ‘ole.Then Pa, who had seen the occurence,And didn’t know what to do next,Said “Mother! Yon Lion’s ‘et Albert”,And Mother said, ‘Well I am vexed!”Then Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom-Quite rightly, when all’s said and done-Complained to the Animal Keeper,That the Lion had eaten their son.The keeper was quite nice about it;He said “What a nasty mishap.Are you sure that it’s your boy he’s eaten?”Pa said “Am I sure? There’s his cap!”The manager had to be sent for.He came and he said “What’s to do?”Pa said “Yon Lion’s ‘et Albert,And ‘im in his Sunday clothes, too.”The Mother said, “Right’s right, young feller;I think it’s a shame and a sin,For a lion to go and eat Albert,And after we’ve paid to come in.”The manager wanted no trouble,He took out his purse right away,Saying “How much to settle the matter?”And Pa said “What do you usually pay?”But Mother had turned a bit awkwardWhen she thought where her Albert had gone.She said “No! someone’s got to be summonsed”-So that was decided upon.Then off they went to the P’lice Station,In front of the Magistrate chap;They told ‘im what happened to Albert,And proved it by showing his cap.The Magistrate gave his opinionThat no one was really to blameAnd he said that he hoped the RamsbottomsWould have further sons to their name.At that Mother got proper blazing,“And thank you, sir, kindly,” said she.“What waste all our lives raising childrenTo feed ruddy Lions? Not me!”MARRIOTT EDGARI have The Return Of Albert as well if you want it . . . haha!
. . . and a very nice shot, Betsy . . . :)
Wow! Did you type that from memory? haha.
hahaha! No it is on my other blog, Plato's Procrastinations . . . and catalogued on my third blog, Socrates' Sililoques . . . . lol
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom,In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year,With a stick and 'orse's 'ead 'andle,Gave a lion a poke in the ear.The name of the lion was Wallace,The poke in the ear made 'im wild;And before you could say 'Bob's your Uncle,''E'd up and 'e'd swallered the child.'E were sorry the moment 'e'd done it,With children 'e'd always been chums,And besides, 'e'd no teeth in 'is noodle,And 'e couldn't chew Albert on t'gums.'E could feel the lad moving inside 'im,As 'e lay on 'is bed of dried ferns,And it might 'ave been little lad's birthday,'E wished 'im such 'appy returns.But Albert kept kicking and fighting, Till Wallace arose feeling bad,And felt it were time that 'e started to stageA come-back for the lad.So with 'is 'ead down in a corner,On 'is front paws 'e started to walk,And 'e coughed and 'e sneezed and 'e gargled,Till Albert shot out like a cork.Old Wallace felt better direc'ly,And 'is figure once more became lean,But the only difference with AlbertWas 'is face and 'is 'ands were quite clean.Meanwhile Mister and Missus Ramsbottom'Ad gone 'ome to tea feeling blue;Ma says 'I feel down in the mouth like,'Pa says "Aye! I bet Albert does too.'Said Ma 'It just goes for to show yerThat the future is never revealed,If I thought we was going to lose 'imI'd 'ave not 'ad 'is boots soled and 'eeled.'Let's look on the bright side,' said Father'What can't be 'elped must be endured,Every cloud 'as a silvery lining,And we did 'ave young Albert insured.'A knock at the door came that moment,As Father these kind words did speak,'Twas the man from t'Prudential,E'd called for their 'tuppence per person per week.'When Father saw who 'ad been knocking,'E laughed and 'e kept laughing so,That the young man said 'What's there to laugh at?'Pa said 'You'll laugh an' all when you know.''Excuse 'im for laughing,' said Mother,'But really things 'appen so strange,Our Albert's been ate by a lion,You've got to pay us for a change.'Said the young feller from the Prudential,'Now, come come, let's understand this,You don't mean to say that you've lost 'im?'Ma says 'Oh, no! we know where 'e is.'When the young man 'ad 'eard all the details,A bag from 'is pocket he drew,And he paid them with interest and bonus,The sum of nine pounds four and two.Pa 'ad scarce got 'is 'and on the money,When a face at the window they see,And Mother says 'Eeh! look, it's Albert,'And Father says 'Aye, it would be.'Young Albert came in all excited,and started 'is story to give,And Pa says 'I'll never trust lions again,Not as long as I live.'The young feller from the PrudentialTo pick up his money began,And Father says 'Eeh! just a moment,Don't be in a hurry, young man.'Then giving young Albert a shilling,He said 'Pop off back to the Zoo.'Ere's your stick with the 'orse's 'ead 'andle,Go and see what the Tigers can do!' Marriott Edgarlol . . . . . .
my goodness...Tiger says you're upstaging him! lol...
haha! It does seem I had the lion's share of conversation just this once . . :)
Hi Tiger! You look pretty happy out there!
He's been outside a lot more now that it's a bit warmer...a nice change from under the master bed. haha.
Aw - look at those furry, white toes! And I love the almost-closed eyes. Such contentment.
I love his toes...and his little bandanna. :)
He is so beautiful!! Steve is here saying 'aww' and 'awwwwww' ... :-) and Tiger looks soaking in the warmness ....
Yes, I think that's what he was doing!
He was so pretty there, I had to take his picture!
Hi Betsy - he's a pretty well fed Tiger!! As photowannabe says above - 'contended': I'd add very!Cheers Hilary
Well sure he's well fed! haha...all my kitties are. :)
very....time for an afternoon nap!
I love those white paws :)
Me, too! All four of his paws are white. :)
Showin' off his bobby socks
He certainly was! I like to call them mittens. :)
Sitting thereWithout a careOr trying to blend inSo the squirrel won't winWants to be the oneTo end his fun
He does like to chase that squirrel, it's true.But the squirrel keeps winning. Score 0-22.
This kitteh cat thinks himself/herself a tiger, but in essence a tiger at heart and lover dover in person....My shoulder is doing better each day, we are having tons of rain after 87 degree days..we need the rain and the stop of flowers blooming in one dadblasted day..The strawberries are out even, everything is a month ahead of time, but now a full 7 days of clouds, rain and moisture, I can feel where I fractured my shoulder and where I cracked both ankles it hurts, but I don't care it is manageable..we are off to the beach, winds, rain and fresh fish and kindergarten friends, we have a hoot and no cell phones and no tv just yakking and fun, we walk til we drop and then a bonfire and cook foods from the sea..it gets dark and damp and we have a hoot, I have someone to stay with our kitteh cats they love it when it turns cold and raining and damp..Have a good memorial day, it will be our 42nd wedding anniversary and my 68th birthday on the 27th it is still suppose to be cool and wonderful..Happy week with your boys, hubs and lovely pets..enjoy your coffee and sending love and best always, mary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi Mary! Oh, you're going to have such a good time visiting with your friends! That sounds so fun to me...chatting, sitting on the beach and eating fresh fish? Divine. Have a wonderful time! Happy Anniversary and birthday, too!
He's a love....Sweet shot.~Jo
He certainly is...such a sweet cat. He's affectionate and very chatty. Aw.
Having a peaceful moment!
Yes, he was...a little nap!
Cats are wonderful.
I'm serving coffee! Stay and chat!And no awards, please! Your comments are my awards!