Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright (Non-Blake Version)

Tiger, Tiger burning bright

You’re a creepy dude

And that ain’t right.

Where’s your forest, Tiger dear?

Let’s party together

And drink beer.

The Internet rules

Our personal lives

I can’t always rhyme

That ain’t a crime.

I’m a city slicker

You’re an uncivilized beast

My uncle’s a DJ

Not a Catholic priest.

I write short poems

But not always

I can’t always rhyme

That ain’t a crime.

Tiger, Tiger burning bright

Brighter than a star in

The heart of the night

Poetry provides a licence

I grab it like I’m a seer in search of incense.

Tiger, Tiger in the zoo

My name’s Varadarajan

Not Melinda Moo.

:) :) :)

Not everything in the world makes sense. Not everything need make sense. A little nonsense every now and then is not a bad thing. We tend to take ourselves way too seriously. Our heads are filled with facts and figures. We need to make space for the foolish things that provide pleasures inexplicable to those brave enough to be careless.

Too much analysis and pretension makes Jack a hubris-filled wannabe. A little good-natured nonsense makes him a darling of the masses. Think about what you want to be.

Here’s wishing you a day filled with plenty of all sorts of weird things that bring joy to the bones. My name’s Varadarajan, not Jimmy Jones.

A wise man once said “Over-analysis leads to paralysis.” I extend my heartiest salutations to him.