About the Poem

If a teacher ever asks you to compare Max's Tiger Tiger with Blake's The Tyger, you could suggest it's as perceptive a question as asking someone to compare a clothes horse with a racehorse. There is a certain nominal similarity, but they're really entirely different beasts.

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Nonsense poem

Author

Max Scratchmann

Tiger Tiger

Tiger, tiger, burning dark,
In the playground of the park,
Flying high upon the swings,
Flitting from gymnasium rings,
Oh, can a mortal man like me,
Ever match your symmetry?
Or will I stand here at the railings,
Torn between the swings and palings,
Oh tiger, tiger, what’s the key,
To be like you, for one like me?

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Tiger Tiger