The owl and the pussycat
Went to sea
In a beautiful catamaran.
Cold Turkey on hill
Felt pea-green envy;
Vengeance served as you’d cater meringue.
Dish best served cold
Saw bay ring with ice scream:
Fowl play schemed owl and cat to maroon.
The puss flowed quite yellow,
A snotty-teared fellow:
Face couldn’t have catarrh more on.
They’d plotted Bahrain
And less snotted (bar rain)
Brain might’ve viewed Qatar more wrong…
When he’d pigged all his sorbet
Wrapped up in note gourmet,
The owl called the cat a moron!
"Moor on?"
"Yes! You got the drift... a moron!"
"Moor on?"
"Yes! You got the drift... a moron!"
