TIGER THIS SUNDAY- Please BE THERE FOR THE FELINE

[TIGER GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!]

By William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

1794

[tinky]

Yep Tiger and Crowther, the two geniuses that shaped my life. Where would I be without them.

You know Ironguts was a great friend of Tigers too, he once said
" Gees that Tiger's a good fuck"

[isaacs]

Don't use a (largely) fabricated quote from me please David, you've already quoted me in the the press as I understand, I do not wish to be involved in the so-called humour of your novel promotional campaign, but I wish you all the best for Sunday's gig at Bennetts.