Posted on: Aug 09, '07
Colonial Poetry of the Raj - HILARIOUS!
Hey guys ... I received this in my mail this morning and it made for some good rib-tickling laughter. Am posting it to share with folks who might not have come across it. :D
RANGASWAMY AND THE TIGER.
Deep in jungle I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
Bugger Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I avenge poor darlings life
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But am not feared these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise I am jump with start
But noise is coming from damn fool heart
Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle with eye to sight
Should Tiger come I will fall him down
Then like hero return to native town
Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - "Rangaswamy be brave"
I now proceed with too much care
From nonsense smell this Tiger's lair
My leg is shake, I start to pray
I think I shoot Tiger some other day
Turning round I am going to go
But Tiger giving bloody roar
He bounding from cave like shooting star
I commend my soul to Kali Ma
Through the jungle I am went
Like bullet with Tiger hot on scent
Mighty Tiger rave and rant
Rangaswamy shit in pant
Must to therefore leave the jungle
Killing Tiger one big bungle!
I am telling that never in life
I will risk again for damn fool wife.
Tags: poetry, colonial, humour, the raj, tiger
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