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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: July 20, 2018      Views: 55

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 ABOUT
TRIMPLE 

Married to an artist and have two grown children (a pigeon pair) and two beautiful grandchildren, Isabella and Abigail.

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My take on Edward Lear's The Owl and the Pussycat...
"An Owl and the Copycat" by trimple
An Owl and a Copycat went to see
an undutiful Queen bee, gloat:
"I'll take my honey and sell it for money
and stop giving birth!" she wrote...
The Owl looked up neath the stars he loved
and clung to an open jar.
"Gawd pluck out my feathers that fall from above,
What a terrible Queen you are!"

"You are!
You are!"

 " What a terrible Queen you are!"

Queen summoned the Owl, "You're an ignorant, fowl!
I'm alarmed that your wisdom has dimmed...
You forget when I married the babes that I carried
were naive to the pain I was in!
Then they upped and away not a word did they say!
to a field where insecticides cling,
unlike here in the wood where the air is all good,
but a place where you die on the wing!."

"The wing?
the wing!"

"Yes! a place where you die on the wing!."

"Dear Cat, did you copy? She sounds rather stroppy.
Let's go!" said the Owl; feeling bad.
So they took off that day but got lost on the way
and bumped into a Bear going mad...

Poor Bear was convinced all the honey he'd pinched
had run out as he sucked on his paw.
"I'm doomed!" so he cried "All the honey has dried!"
as he rubbed on his tum wanting more...
"I have an idea," Owl replied;
his chest now protruding with pride...
"I shall speak with the Queen of this runny cuisine
and see if she'll start a new hive."

The Queen hit her buzzer; displeased
and shared her concern for the bees...
but old Bear had convinced her the honey he'll pinch
will be slurped from the jars of trainees...

"Trainees?
Trainees!"

Will be slurped from the jars of trainees...

 

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