Came an owl upon a pussy,
Played guitar to serenade her,
Sang, "Sweet honey, don't be wussy,
Sail with me!" His money swayed her.
Owl gazed starward, sounding twangy.
Pussy steered his pea-green dinghy.
"You're a beauty, Pussy," sang he,
"You are such a lovely thingy!"
"Owl," the pussy mewed, "you thrill me
With your voice, it makes me woozy,
Let's get married, Mom would kill me
If she thought I was your floozy!"
"It's too bad," said Owl, "we're ringless,
I can wait though, it's no biggie!"
So they sailed, the winged and wingless,
Till they found a nose-ringed piggy.
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Said the piggy, "I am willing
To help fur and feathers marry:
For my ring I'll take a shilling."
Owl and Pussy did not tarry.
By a turkey, they were wedded
On a hillside, one day later,
Then to moonlit beaches headed ...
Now they are a Ma and Pater.
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