Some fun

Breaking away from serious stuff, here is something for fun. Actually, 2 things: A picture of a cat threatened (sent by a friend), and then a limerick, Son of Bengal vs A Bengal Tiger, which my daughter shares with me. Do enjoy.

Son of Bengal vs A Bengal Tiger

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
As because Tiger has eaten bhife
No doubt I will 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 sturt
But noise is coming from damn fool hurt (heart)

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle with eye to sight

Should Tiger come I will fell him down
Then like hero return to native town
Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self – “Bholanath be brave”

I am 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 jongole I am went
Like bullet with Tiger hot on scent
I am a telling that never in life
I will riks again for damn fool bhife.