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The Owl and the Pussycat……2012

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(With my apologies to Edward Lear)

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat.
They took some honey, and lots of money
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The coastguard was patrolling nearby at the time
And soon arrived right at the scene,
Apprehending the unregistered craft coloured lime,
“What a reckless Pussy you’ve been.
Anarchist Pussy!
Anarchist Pussy!
What a reckless Pussy you’ve been.”

Biosecurity boarded, and charged them both fees,
Under provisions of Section Sixteen.
Then confiscated the honey. “Disease risk to our bees.
An environmental vandal you’ve been.”
The Treasury Officer was next in the line
To seize all the cash that he’d seen.
“Probably gained from the proceeds of crime
What a lawless Pussy you’ve been.
Rogue Pussy!
Rogue Pussy!
What a lawless Pussy you’ve been.”

Pussy was paw-cuffed by police supervising
For illegally trafficing owls,
And formally charged with cross-species fraternising
And molesting ten fancy-breed fowls,
Plus having no boating safety equipment,
And runcible spoon fracas,
Judge Eagle sentenced Pussy to solitary confinement.
“What a criminal Pussy you are.
Guilty Pussy!
Guilty Pussy!
What a criminal Pussy you are.”

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P.S.  It was never possible for The Owl and the Pussycat to be married.  Rulers and Religion prevented the union on the grounds that they alone had authority to prescribe who should fall in love with whom.  The Turkey on the hill was eventually arraigned on minor charges relating to his expired Marriage Celebrant Licence.
He was reprimanded, then released on a Good Turkey Behaviour Bond. No conviction was recorded.

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6 responses

  1. Very clever. An example of truth is stranger than poetry! No stop at Christmas Island?

    • Thank you…although I suspect my poetry is considerably more strange than truth.
      Christmas Island will have to wait for another day.

  2. Dare I ask what species was the maid of honor?

    • The original work gives no clue about maids of honor Amelie.
      They sailed off to the land of the Bong-tree (that might explain a bit) then bought a Piggy-wig’s nose ring to use as a wedding ring.

      I’ll bet the relationship didn’t last.

      • Those police auctions always have the best deals.

        *Tsk. Drugs. I bet it took the edge off though. All those flapping wing sounds.

        • I have no idea why nonsense ‘poetry’ such as this was part of the Australian early learning curriculum last century.

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