Original text in yellow, anagram in pink.
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Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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The Winner: Martin Rand -
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Gerbil! Gerbil! Toasty warm
On the filthy hamster farm,
Grind thy huge symmetric teeth
On fruit of fig (or underneath).
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Big cat, might of Asian lair.
Big feet thud; they seem so rare.
Grrr! Men hunt now, grim, deft.
Hurry, only thirty of them left.
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3rd place: Linda Garrett -
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Mister Bunny, flaming bright
What from God set thee alight?
In error, for this made (oh my!)
The lettuce-eating Furry fry.
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Shhh, grey mouse! Timid thing,
Furry barn cats often bring.
Grief! Meal for my mog to eat?
Run harder with thy little feet!
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The golden lion, such a sight!
"Grrrrr!" - We hunted fear thy might!
Thy big, mean form I mustn't fear...
Try it, Leo! Bite off my ear!
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Larry Brash? Hmm, he's right great!
Go unto him: "G'day, mate!"
But friend, write THE one cert Noms hit?
Try - yer effing full of it!
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Mr. Michael Tully, randy git,
Rented a horny teenage bit,
But her trim muff was oh-so-tight,
Sorry, M, for the fig-free night!
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Mr. Human Being, mortal soul,
Fights, grief, murder, in thy role.
By God! Hast He firm regret?
Act, if thy want the fire not yet.
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Mr. Weasel, if in hole so tight,
Only got in a nasty fight.
"Bugger!" he fumed (Barmy, I'd merit!)
Then "Torch that furry Mr. Ferret!"
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Rotten mongrel! Horrid mutt!
Ha! Let us fry its friggin' butt!
Yes! How? "Here, fair mangy game."
Fry the bitch in red-hot flame!
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Fat cat on fire! Who'd set alight?!
I 'm beside myself from fright:
ought he my greater terror earn
by light'n' my hut in turn?!!
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Dog! Dog! whining mutt
Then mighty master shout, "Shut
Yer face ya f'n terrier!"
He left o'er my barrier.
-- Mr. Thingall-Bitoff
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Tryst! Tryst! High fire ignite!
Flaming the warm, fat heart tonight
Hold close; be true
Remember, Dan F. -- I'm hungry for you!
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Lemming! Lemming! roaring free
Off the height into our sea.
Run, my critter - but to FLY???
Ah, why the frig d'the bastards try?
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Linda Garrett, her my sweet,
Truly is my "darling treat".
Both of us might boff together -
Ohh marry me, fit cunning heifer!
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Golfer, Golfer, in dry rift...
Hurry, team - the better lift!
Though his game can run by mine,
That Mr. Woods rates mighty fine!
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Light, furry mongrel at my feet:
Here, a short leg-bone to eat!
Sniff first ('hmmm...'), grunt, chew it hard;
"I go bury it in the yard!"
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Mynah, mynah if he tatters loud,
I then wish for my shroud.
Tatter no more little bugger,
effect harm by firing trigger!
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Alligator! Horrider
Than the mires of Florida,
Bare thy teeth! Frightening, fusty
Gum now fetching my member trusty...
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