I've been reading again! The humans have got some poetry books out of the library ... scary concept really given that they seldom manage more than the local paper but, hey, who am I to have a go! Anyway I've just found this poem called the Owl and the Pussy Cat ... do you want a bit of it? OK, here we go ...
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!
Hmmm ... I think I fancy running off to sea ...
I've been thinking about a life on the ocean waves. I think it would be OK on some posh liner, you know, the sort of thing that is bigger than a football pitch with ten different restaurants and all sorts of stuff going on all day long. Not sure I am so convinced about the 'pea green' boat concept. I may get sea sick, I might match the boat!!
Hmmm...
And what is the point of going off to sea with just honey? What about the Felix, Whiskers and other important stuff?
Hmmm...
And what good is a five pound note when you are floating around lost in the middle of the Atlantic?
Hmmm...
And an owl!! I ask you, an owl? What sort of company would that be - especially if the stupid bird kept singing all the time?
Hmmm...
Blimey - I've decided that it is the luxury cruise or nothing for me ... who was this Edward Lear guy anyway? Bet he never went to sea with an owl ... harrumph!
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