9. faith

 

The Tiger

 

Tiger, Tiger, so contrite

Fleeing from your house at night

Thy noble club, against you used,

Leave it a Tiger’s ego bruised?

 

What of allegations made

Of those extra holes you played?

“Just Do It,” -- a corporate line--

Nike’s words taken as thine?

 

Were Elin’s actions only right

Attacking wicked cat in flight?

Had she the right to go beserk?

“Take that, Tiger, you stupid jerk!”

 

“This one is for the waitress

These for the other eight, yes?”

T’would land in the Enquirer

With lists of his admirers.

 

T’would land him in the doghouse

With his fans as well as spouse

Elin might be a husband-beater

But Tiger, Tiger, he’s a Cheetah!

 

Tiger, Tiger, so contrite

Fleeing from your house at night

Thy noble club, against you used,

Leave it a Tiger’s ego bruised?

 

(Let's hope William Blake has a sense of humour.)

The End

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