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BJFWords Mar 2017
There’s a party on the hillside, would you like to come?
There’s a Margarita ready or if preferred, some ***.
Come and dance in moonlight, the summer grass all dry
Take off your shoes, forget our blues
Our love will make us high.

Our party on the hillside will fill our hearts to full
Forget our past, our love shall last
Until the air runs cool.

The moonlit dance will cause a trance
With love and lust and heat
And now the still creates the thrill of hearing both hearts beat.

Now darling I must leave you
As night fades into day
Remember that I loved you
Remember me, I pray.
Inspired by a summer romance.
BJFWords Mar 2017
The owl and the pussycat went on the randan.
The boat was in dock for repairs.
Roller skates borrowed from friends of the Sandman
Proved helpful, but not on the stairs.

The Sandman was eager to help with the journey
The Ferryman told to watch out
The feline and strigidae rolled on the jetty
With meat pies and plenty of stout.

On boarding the ferry they found some dry sherry.
An Amontillado from Spain.
The owl soon felt woozy, all seasick and *****
The cat tried avoiding the rain.

At the end of the trip the two friends would quip
That the pies were amazingly nice
The filling consisted of mustard and biscuit
That compliments meat from blind mice.

Despite witty banter and skills of a chanter
The sun was elusive and grey
Twas then they decided to be less misguided
They’ll book all inclusive one day.

Scots for party/merriment/thedancin’
My take on the adventures of the owl and the pussycat. Part one.

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