So I have a bad habit of taking a perfectly good poem and wrecking it with my imagination. My apologies to Billy Blake and his wonderful little ditty “The Tyger” (reprinted below for your reading pleasure.)
The Brytany
Brytany, Brytany, burning bright
In the nightclubs in plain sight,
What immoral hand or eye
Could feel up thy fearful symmetry?
In what deep fat-fryer lies?
Burnt food to show up on thy thighs?
With Kevin what kids doth thy sire?
What the band dare seize the liar?
And what boulder and what fart
Could pinch the nose – “PU’s” - of thy tart?
And when thy fart began to stink
What dread band and what dread lip-sync?
What the MC Hammer? What the Alice in Chains?
In what sternness was thy vain?
What the advil? What dread gasp
Dare its deadly voice rasp?
When the stars threw down their Spears
And watered heaven with their beers,
Did He test His work to pee?
Did He who ate the lamb roast thee?
Brytany, Brytany, burning bright
In the nightclubs in plain sight,
What immoral hand or eye
Could feel up thy fearful symmetry?
The Tyger
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 seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and 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?
12 Responses
Ok, this isn’t quite what I would call “butchered” but all I am left with is, “oh my.”
Where’s the podcast of this? Now that I’d love to hear!
Posted on April 7th, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Ok, i have the component pieces of a podcast …. just need to pull it together …. and this is a perfect one to experiment with.
Maybe i need some magical (technical) fairy dust …
Posted on April 7th, 2008 at 8:39 pm
I like the site, it looks very nice.
You seem good at butchering things!
And doesn’t fairy dust make you fly, too…
Posted on April 7th, 2008 at 9:28 pm
thanks,
it’s evolving still
and i wouldn’t know …
Posted on April 7th, 2008 at 9:39 pm
But I think U do.
When you cannot fly, run. When you cannot run, crawl. But by all means, keep moving. MLK
: P
Still luv ya, good luck with everything.
Posted on April 7th, 2008 at 9:44 pm
I agree with Belle, it looks nice.
Poem was great, you butchered that nicely, too. : P
Good luck with your writing!
Posted on April 7th, 2008 at 10:44 pm
ah, thank you
maybe i missed my calling
butcher
of words
Posted on April 8th, 2008 at 5:16 am
Poor Brytany. Ouch!
Posted on April 8th, 2008 at 5:20 pm
yes she needs our sympathy like
angelina jolie needs implants
Posted on April 8th, 2008 at 5:58 pm
I bet william blake
is turning over in his grave.
enjoyed this jd…
moo laaa
moo laaa
Posted on April 8th, 2008 at 11:41 pm
billy loved a good roast
or so i’m led to believe
Posted on April 9th, 2008 at 2:45 am
lol
you seem
to think that
about all the poets
you roast…how could
you possible know?
moo laa moo laa
Posted on April 10th, 2008 at 9:35 am
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