>Rangaswamy & The Tiger (Colonial Poetry of the Raj)
>Deep in jungle I am went
>On shooting Tiger I am bent
>Bugger Tiger has eaten wife
>No doubt I avenge poor darling's 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!!
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>I am telling that never in life
>I will risk again for damn fool wife.