Let not our love
Slip through our fingers
You bit my bum
And the pain lingers
I screamed and cried
Like tenor singers … … …
“You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Biting all the time
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Biting all the time
Well, you bit my behind hard and you ain't no friend of
mine.”
ODE TO JOY
Fried fish wrapped in bacon
Served cold with boiled rice
Raspberry sauce and chocolate
Make up gourmets’ delight
A constipated owl
Hooting whilst he roams
Bearing the pain bravely
Of irritable owl syndrome
Then I composed a song
But forgot all the words
I focussed on the music
And then lost all the chords
I close my eyes and think of you
Spaghetti served with cheese
Caressing all my senses
Like a sweet summer’s breeze
The poor owl is still hooting
In the recesses of my mind
Just hand me some more bacon
But cut away the rind
Forsooth sayth the soothsayer
As he shaves another layer
Of crab cake with maple syrup
To the owl wrapped in gauze
If all that doesn’t clear you
Then nothing for ever will
He sayth to the happy owl
Who’s now no longer ill.
Moral: Don’t have cheese and port before bedtime.
THE BRIDGE
She stood on the bridge at midnight
Her heart was all a quiver
She gave a little cough
And her wig fell down the river
There once was a wise old owl
Who just refused to fly
Claiming flying hazards
Made it unsafe so he could die.
He thought that wind turbines
Going round and round and round
Upset his delicate hearing
With their unheard kind of sound.
The bright lights in the city
The towns and the countryside
Shone brightly both day and night
Upsetting his big bright eyes.
The smoke from every chimney
And the fumes from every car
Polluting his every senses
As he flew both near and far.
So this learned wise old owl
Walked on foot just everywhere
Avoiding all flying hazards
And got run over by a bus.
(I've seen them on the washing line)
COLOURS
Rose's are red
Violet's are blue
Enid's are green
And Sophie's are pink with white dots
(I've seen them on the washing line)
