Tiger, Tiger fast in flight,
From a three wood in the night,
Wielded by his angry wife,
She thought down under he did play,
More than golf the other day.
Tiger, Tiger, fleeing wife
Stomped the gas for very life,
Crashed a hydrant on the lawn,
Lots of questions in the dawn,
A roaming Wood can lead to strife.


Comments 4
The great thing about this piece is that, in all its fearful symmetry, it tells the story so well that I feel I know everything I need to about the news item in question, although I haven’t read or heard about it anywhere else.
November 29th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Glad you liked it Peter. Also amazed you’ve managed to avoid the story. Talk about an ivory tower.
November 29th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
I know I always say this – but I might like the shorter version better. Both are very fine, however. May have to sleep on it.
November 29th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
Will no one rid me of this meddlesome minimalist?
November 29th, 2009 at 6:55 pm