CYBER THE SUESSY TIGER
There was once a graceful tiger named Cyber
who lived in a monastery with bonks beside her ~ they used to ride her, chide her, hide her
she loved them as they fed her fat wabbit as a habit, poor wabbits, but tigers eat not darrots !
Cyber missed freedom in Amazon forests
longed to roam away from chanting allegorists
bonks often behaved like pseudo punks
she remembered climbing tree trunks with
Uncle Hunkle, run panting, bantering with mate who roamed free in glee waiting for her to JUST BE ! Cyber ! bonks could not describe her
How was she to escape these punky bonks
who fed her wabbits as she ate not darrots
many stinky kunks at agate gate of Babbot
in garden groves, who watched her every
move, how was Cyber to evade cohabitation
with poor wabbits and punky bonks ?
Monastery’s marigold garden had walls with eyeballs, higher than Tacuma trees she used to breezy sleazy slink, even in hail over dales
Cyber heard William Blake whisper in a dream:
“You will NOT burn bright or be Queen in forests of night, but be a fake come late, if you do not make an escape, becoming a wabbit out of habit, not even a wamb !”
poor Cyber, bonks could not describe her
A blue moon New Year’s Eve, when punky bonks were at vigil, attended by hunky kunks she heard her mate’s powerful roar at agate gate, she was not to be late ! Time to bogey-wogey ! He was in heat burning a message “Come now, divine mate, no longer can I wait, make haste !” Cyber’s fearful symmetry had to Seize The Moment, forget wabbits !
Sinews of her heart twisted, fire in her eyes flared her snare to dare bare with care
merging with mate’s fate, not too late
burning through agate gate, an awesome date
bonks heard tigers roar, but vigil doors had
oars across threshold bold, too tight were bars
to fight, what they knew was right in sight
Mercury threw meteorites, New Year’s blue
moon tossed moss, forest night waiting for
Cyber’s Fire ! Bonks could not describe her !
Agate gate swung open as bonks sang “God, have mercy on us !”
escape orchestrated without babbling blergy !
Cyber was burning bright in sight, her monastic insights just right, for new might with Uncle Hunkle, bantering with mate without agate gate, never late was fancy fate
poor fat wabbits were set free, no longer bait
hunky funky stinky kunks could leave their groves, making monkey moves from punky gongky bonks !
Cyber the Tiger became a forest Rider
Blake could now describe her
Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright !
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