Tyger

"Majestic eh?" He points at grass
I say "You fool, you're such an ass.
Though it is straight and it is tall
Can't say that I'm impressed at all."

"While both are fair and both are sleek
The grass is not of what I speak.
Look ye instead between the blades —
The subtleties among the shades."

Despite myself I look once more
But see naught else. "You're such a bore.
My tolerance is running low,
Be silent now, or else just go."

We part and I unclench my jaw
But as I turn, 'twas that I saw…?
Alas, I've no more time to mull;
YOUR saber teeth are in my skull!