Touche
It is oft said
That the pen
Or quill
Is mightier
Than the sword
This obviously
Doesn't work
On a physical level
Unless your pen
Is actually
Like a secret weapon
That fires bullets
Or poison darts
Or some such thing
On another level
If you have written
In a language
That the sword bearer
Doesn't understand
Your pen may as well
Have no ink!
Funny that the word sword
is an anagram of
Words
And if sticks, and stones
Can break your bones
And words can never hurt you
Then a sword
Serves a better use
Than mere words
And becomes a far superior weapon
Unless of course
You have a crossbow
Guns, tanks
Nuclear warheads
Insanity!

by Jemia

well i went to the park,
for a lark,
and have to concede,
quaffed some beloved mead,
and briefly anaesthetised from pain,
will consider it again
and good company was to be had
of which i was glad
if not slightly mad
but glad to be mad
and will do it again
and remain
a girl insane
now drinking water
as i know i oughter
and glad of the relief
be it brief
Doctor, can you please prescribe me some mead?
by Jemia 🦋💕

It's funny when you wake up
And reality slaps you in the face
Awake for two hours since
Weighing up a dilemma, that only lets me wince
As the realms of possibility
Disappear to a far off place
As ways of getting there,
And then getting back
Fall into a chasm of despair
During the last three moons now gone
Awaiting a carriage home, Can be at least
Three hours long
The only frequency
Is in their unreliability
Oft ive awaited two to three hours
And one time more
So with sadness
And much regret
I may have to abandon
This weekend of rainbows, yet
Unless i lasso
A flying pig asleep
Or ride atop Pegasus
Or simply, quietly, weep

by Jemia

Tis true
My rear
Doth hurt
Through, and through
The pain
In my derriere
Seems so so unfair
But soft
And tender care
As i limp around
Like a wounded dragon
My flame
Long ago
Snuffed out
Without a sniff
It would seem
It's all about
There's no doubt
Sniffs, ifs, and butts....

by Jemia

I wonder if butterflies
Are so inebriated
By their pollen consumption
They they can never fly
In a straight line
I also wonder
What sort of poetry
They'd write
Or would they be
To ******
To hold a quill?
Although
None of this
Seems to interfere
With their mating habits

by Jemia

So hope springs eternal
As a calm sea
Caresses the golden sands of Elmer
As a soft zephyr
Lifts up the wings
Of a butterfly
As it gently
And beautifully
Floats bye
And lost in the wonder
Of it all
As the sun
Begins to set
My heart purrs
As salty tears of delight
Trickle softly
Down my cheeks
I stand enchanted
Like oil on canvas
Revealing the changing colours
Of water
As i reflect
On the glowing
Subtle sun
Which sinks
Into the darkening horizon
And i am left
Enchanted
By the echoes
Of dying stars
And timeless memories

by Jemia

The only comment
Shouted at me today
As i made my wobbly way
To the Osteopaths
Were from some women from afar
Who'd travelled from Londinium
Presumably by car
Shouted out at me
As i walked uphill
Towards the Old Town Osteopathy
"COR!"
"Did you see those lovely legs?"
I walked on up the steps
Lost in my humble modesty
Happy that i possessed
Something still
Of a distracted attraction
I shall never tire of any compliment
Grateful for small mercies
I sometimes wonder
If a small mercy
Is a me
A mer
A merc....
Mmmmmm?
Thank you

by Jemia

Upon a boat so very old
That had sailed the seven seas
Despite its rusting disease
It was now aged, crumbling, and cold

It finally came to a Titanic end
No crew, so no lifeboats were used
The boat had been long abused
Now washed ashore, without a friend

It sat on a sad, and lonely beach
Facing one of the seas, on which it once did float
But now in decay, this ramshackle boat
As the ocean became out of reach

So one day, i clambered aboard this dead life
And treading with great care
Upon many a rusted stair
As the chill air cut like a knife

Yet one cabin, still looked fresh
Although it was clean
There was no life to be seen
And it was the colour of cool flesh

A cool breeze blew through the large porthole
That still had a flaying curtain
Flapping in strands, as though uncertain
At the fate of its last residents' lost soul

I approached this circular space
And when i peered through
I imagined hearing the lost crew
Ghosts from another time, and place

by  Jemia

What Price Inspiration?
I once read a book
Or saw a film
A fiction
With friction
A middle-aged writer
Or some such thing
In the Far East
Or was it West?
Or somewhere else?
Who made a deal
With a devil
Or someone of that ilk
That the price
To write a best seller
Was one of his digits
He'd presumably
Had had some success
As there were three fingers missing
From his left hand
But was now hooked on fame
I wondered at what strange magic
Would reward such a thing
Perhaps none at all
Perhaps it was merely an illusion
Or delusion
Perhaps he was inspired
By the intense pain
As each digit
Was painfully removed
By a sharp knife
And this pain
Was his portal
To his imagination
Ive had moments of severe pain
None of which have been
That inspiring
Do i need my little finger?
Apart from when i'm drinking tea!

by Jemia

An unwanted marriage
The husband is the Taliban
The brides
Were all the women, and girls
Of Afghanistan
The 'husband' declared
That his wives
Would still be entitled
To all their rights
But everyone knew
Deep down inside
Once the 'honeymoon' period was over
And all the 'guests' were gone
The Taliban men, and man
Would commence their Taliban ban
Where all his 'wives'
Would soon have no rights
or freedoms
You can't always count on
Something that you would Bid-on

by Jemia

I found the letter W
Lying upon the floor
I thought hoW?, or Why?
Or What? could it be used for

I Wondered hoW it had got there
Or Who, or When it occurred
Then i realised it Was from my scrabble set
And that i Was short of another Word

Well i never thought i
What Words there might of been
MeoW choW hoW noW broWn coW
And some potentially obscene

And Why Was it called a W
tWo U's joined together with ease
In Which case the letter D
Could be a joining of an I , and a backWard C

And Why Y, Was like a three quarter X
And Z, is like a sleeping N
And F Was like a broken E
Depending on higher, and loWer case and then

So i gave up With this confusion
This mystery Was not for me
I returned the W to the scrabble set
Then sailed the 7 C's

by Jemia

An Innuendo?
Offa built a ****
Dutch Peter
Who may
Or may not of
Picked a peck
Of pickled peppers
Allegedly
Stuck his finger
In a ****
Any Offa's?
I imagine
Any Offa's
Will eventually
Peter out
I wonder if
Peter
Is Pan?

by Jemia

Had ten hours in bed
Mostly asleep
Wiped out
Heard my neighbour
Coughing again
Not only am i
In no condition to help her
I'm now in actual fear
Of what she now
Maybe carrying
She's late 20's
Early 30's
She has a great singing voice
I once could sing okay
Now mostly, sing like a drain
The big sleep
Didn't change anything
Still exhausted
And still of course
The pain
Now need to manoeuvre
Out of my bed
I move like a crouching tiger
With a missing leg
I switch on the radio
So i at least
Have the company
Of strangers
And their chatterings
A bit like a ****** of sound
For some reason
Of late
Ive been dropping the S
In sciatica
Silence
Is not always
Golden

by Jemia

At 01:09 hrs last night
I dialled 999 in fright
"Ambulance please!"
"I think my heart's about to cease!"
I was dripping with sweat
And felt nausea, and yet
The pain caused by my Ciatica
As savage as a savage cur
The painkillers were to blame
As suddenly i felt lame
The ambulance came an hour later
It snapped me up like a yellow alligator
The heroes within, were at their very best
Took me to the hospital for further tests
The staff within were friendly, and kind
Which alleviated my fears, for peace of mind
After 6 hours, and checking my bloods
My feelings of relief, came with a flood
And before i knew it, i was on my way back
Needing the sleep, i seriously lacked
So here i am, lying in my bed
Feeling grateful, with my exhausted head
Apart from the cramp in my left foot
And the dreaded ciatica painfully put
All i want, is to sleep a few hours
And thank everyone, and say it with flowers
Roses, posies, daffodils, and more
Tulips, and daisy chains, and butterflies galore
Thank you, you know who you are
Lots of love to you all, thank you, and ta!

by Jemia

the squawking seaside serenade
that grates like rasps on tender ears
the splattered whitewashed pavement
as a dreaded destiny nears

innocently admiring drifting oceanic views
whistfully and reminiscently gazing into the past
as drifting currents carry away our dreams
until a seagull ***** on you at last!

by Jemia

The Portable Portaloo ***** Portal
On a distant campsite
One wild and starry night
I was suddenly overcome with nausea
From an unknown implausea
Fearing i'd met my Waterloo
I dashed off to the portaloo
But thankfully wasn't to ill
It was just a touch, of a touchy chill
But suddenly the portaloo spun
My curious journey had just begun
When opening the portaloo door
I couldn't believe the sights i saw
There were parrots all dressed up in drag
And a mouse, and an elephant having a ****
Giraffes with very small necks
And a wise old owl sending texts
A cat being released out of a bag
And a bull being chased by a red red rag
A skunk staggering around a little bit drunk
Spiders drinking tea with biscuits to dunk
I'd seen enough with nothing else to do
But to return to the safety of the portaloo
It spun again then turned upside down
I was glad i'd flushed as i tried not to drown
And within minutes or was it days or years?
I was back at the campsite, now gone were my fears
I returned to my tent, life is not always as it seems
As i closed my eyes, as i entered my dreams
More mysteries began to unfurl
As i entered another very curious world

by Jemia

There once was a **** Ernst Rohm
Who conducted his evils with aplomb
The fact he was gay
Held very little sway
As his man-dates went down like a bomb
by Jemia (&Lili)

I was sat astride
A wooden horse statue
In a town centre
In anywhere world
Where i'd found
Nestled behind its right ear
Some amazing
Multi-coloured
Unicorn nail varnish
And with each touch
Upon each nail
A soft marshmallowy
Small Unicorns horn arose
Half way through this
Two police officers turned up
And told me to get down
I explained to them
That as soon as i'd finished
Applying the nail varnish
That i would be on my way
And besides
I wasn't causing any problem
Or damage
And that i hadn't as yet
Had a drink
So i wasn't drunk in charge
Of a wooden horse
The two police officers
Eyed me up, and down
And said in unison
"Well don't let us catch you doing this again!"
Smiled
Then walked off
I shouted out my thanks
And thought
'Does that mean
That as long as they don't catch me
Then it's okay?'
I finished off my nails
Just as the wooden horse
Came back to life
And off we flew
Into the dark, and dusty night

by Jemia

The Torrap II of II
I quite enjoyed this peachy fruit
And rested a while
The sun was shining
And there was a cocophany
Of a myriad sounds
Echoing from the forest below me
And it was then
That a net flew over me
And around me
I was trapped
I flapped in a panic
And swore repeatedly
As i was now deeply distressed
And also wondering
How on earth
I was going to return to my world
And more importantly
To myself
Weeks drifted past
As i was passed around
From pillar to post
And aware
That at some point
I was at sea
I heard a variety of tongues spoken
And met some other parrots
But none like me
Although i was aware
I'd lost the ability
To verbalise properly
I eventually ended up
In a shop window
And to my surprise
And amazement
My partner came into the shop
And purchased me
Took me home
And put me into the very cage
That i'd had my strange transmogrification in
I tried talking to her
To try to explain
That it was me
But my power of speech
Had abandoned me
And all i could do was squawk
Or repeat
"Whose a pretty polly!"
And other A typical inanities
It was then
That i saw
My partner
Had found someone else
I lost my appetite
And wished
I could at least
Return to mirror world again

by Jemia

The Torrap I
Whilst quietly sat
Upon a perch
I glanced into a hanging mirror
And was surprised
Shocked even
At what i saw
Until that moment
I had always been
Human
And here i was
Face to face
With a parrot
I panicked
I flapped my wings
Around the cage
And crashed into the mirror
And found myself transported
Into a beautiful kingdom
Which had the appearance
Of a lush
Green
Vibrant
Tropical Rainforest
I found myself
Gliding above it all
Feeling the balmy wind
Beneath my wings
As i swept over this beautiful terrain
It then crossed my mind
That i was hungry
And though i had the body of a parrot
I still had my human mind
With no idea
What parrots ate
Apart from maybe dried fish
But decided maybe soft succulent fruit
Would be a safe option
I flew further
Hoping to find something
That i could get my beak into
I found a peach looking fruit
Landed clumsily
And began to eat

by Jemia

i remember
back in North Wales
after reading Blackberry Wine
and telling a local woman
who went off
and made some
and me and my family
were duly invited
along with some other neighbours
to her house on a hill
wherein i quaffed
a goodly quantity of home made Blackberry Wine
and sat down heavily
upon a stone wall
and badly bruised my
(need a dictionary for this)
Coccyx
otherwise known as the
Monkeys Tail
ironic
as i was born in the year of the Monkey
that's how sore, and uncomfortable
i feel now
what a ******.....
by Jemia

I knew there was another 'other' world
But i couldn't quite work out
How to venture into it
Until early one morning
Just as the sun was shining
Having awoken from a dream
I found my small collection
Of glass marbles
I knew which two i needed
Picked them both up
And holding one between
Each index finger, and thumb
Held them close to my eyes
Then explored the patterns within
I imagined myself within
The whirls, and twirls
And found myself in Victorian London
This was to random, so i tried again
And arrived at my own birth
Watching in amazement
As i came kicking, and screaming into life
With the cord wrapped around my neck
Like a hangmans noose
As the midwife disentangled me
From the cord that had kept me alive
Within my womb with a view
That was now trying to strangle me
I glanced at the marbles again
This time
I arrived at my own funeral
I could see my name etched into stone
And date of birth
But not date of departure
As thankfully
A mourners cloak
Was billowing in the wind
Obscuring my view
I hastily looked into the marbles a third time
Entering this time
Into a strange surreal world
Full of fairy folk frollicking
Pixies, and pretty princesses posing
As strange, curious music
Was floating on the breeze
Accompanied by a symphony of singing trees
I was so enthralled by these visions
That i wasn't in the least bit upset
That during these events
I realised
That i had completely lost
My marbles!
So was destined to remain
In this strange, and curious world
As i got into a deeply interesting
And profoundly intriguing conversation
With a tree called Bertha

by Jemia

Whilst watching a crime series
In which a man returns home
A nd calls out for his absent mother
Which sparked of a flashback
Like no other
Of when i found my mother
Lying on the floor
Her life had left her
She was no more
It was a different kind of hell
Finding her now, empty shell
Now five years since this had occurred
Hoping this memory, had now slurred
But realised that this distant rock
Although now covered in moss, could still shock
And felt at this moment, a frightened despair
At a flashback of a memory, which laid my heart bare

by Jemia

Nexr!
Surprised
I approach the counter
Ahead of the others
That were in front of me
In the queue
One of the queue
Uttered
"You're not next!"
And i replied
"Yes i am!"
"Ive always been next"
The lady behind the post office counter
Had watched my progress
Through the queue
But remained silent
And decided to deal with me anyway
I got my ID ready
And my passport application form
The assistant groaned audibly
As a few further moans came from the queue
I was still puzzled, and confused
And wondering
As to why i'd been summoned forward
Ahead of the half dozen in front
And as to how the counter lady had known me
Yet the first thing she asked me was
"What's your surname?"
i said i didn't have one
"Here's my birth certificate"
She said "this is most unusual?"
"Yes!" i said, "i  know"
This is some of the reason i needed a passport
She didn't proceed with her questions
She checked the documents
I'd provided
And informed me
That the passport office
Sometimes interview applicants
For further verification
"Everything seems in order!"
I thanked her
And wondered why
My parents
Had named me
NEXT!

by Jemia

Time is but a borrowed thing
A debt i can ill afford
I pay it with my inken quill
Then slay it with my sword

But my sword is wholly double-edged
My quill has now run dry
My debts are deep, and dangerous
Yet i still have time to cry

As i now weep my timeless tears
Over my long, and wasted youth
Such dreams, and fancies i once possessed
Yet i owe know debt to truth

by Jemia

Watching the pole vault
Reminded me
That i once tried
A pole vault
Shortly before
She returned
To Poland
Not like my attempt
At tap dancing
Where i fell off
The sink

by Jemia

Strange
That William Shakespeares' birthday
Should also be his death day (allegedly)
His birthday present
Was also his birthday past
Unlike his writings
Which will live, and last

by Jemia

The soft whispers
That gently caresses
My willing
Sensuality

Sweet as a soft  serenading zephyr
Emerald leaves Pirouette
Falling gently
On sodden earth

A ponderous pondering
A wondrous wandering
As floating fairies
Dance in circles of delight

A far of world
A distant fancy
A succulence
A hidden desire

The stars wink
But say nothing
Their silent echo
A reverberation
Of past encounters

by Jemia

PRIDE
"Oh my god!"
"Is that a geezer?"
Said two drunks
As i swept past
And slightly aghast
I walked on...
My heart sunk
So i decided
To get drunk
To numb the pain
But i knew
The pain would linger
A heart felt Agony
That i shouldn't have to endure
Again, and again, and a *******, 'gain!
But i knew i would
Even though i should
Let it go
But it hangs
Like mistletoe
Over my head
Like tears, that linger
I sort of pity the young
About to commence this journey
Of the ******
But i wouldn't change a thing
No, i'm not a geezer
And never have been
I'm a woman
That's not always been seen
I was simply born
With one digit to many
Which thankfully
Has been resolved
But doesn't show
(And don't i know)
On my face
Which is a reflection
Of a different place
In which i no longer reside
I'm now
And always have been
Fully affiliated
With Pride
A heart felt agony
That i shouldn't have to endure
Again, and again, and a ******* 'gain
But i knew i would
by Jemia

Inside my head
Lies my thread
Where i find
My Abacus mind

I count
Add
Subtract
Divide
And multiply

And all this
Soothes me
Where i find some sense
And equillibrium
Logic, and balance

Whether i check
The pros, and cons
Of my income
And outgoings
And the outcome
Of my ingoings

I find my logic
My peace of mind
Numbers never numb me
Always
Are something
I can count on

by Jemia

What tangled webs we weave
Tapestries of the mind
Woven with ideas, and wild fancies
Of the softly, silken kind

Like weaving spiders
Casting our silken thread
Across oceans of silent hope
That love will share our bed

by Jemia

No way, for Norway
Fined for wearing shorts
Instead of brief bikinis
I wonder what would of happened
If men had to wear mankinis?

The Olympic Committee
Need to be exposed
For such a ridiculous ruling
As the Norwegians gained no advantages
In a competition so gruelling

by Jemia

During the temporary power cut
When i was alone
In my candlelit room
Watching the dancing shadows
Flitter, and flicker
Whilst listening to my wind up radio
And my ponderous thoughts
There was a sense of something
That felt truly romantic
And magical in my solitude
A time for fairies, goblins
Pixies, and dragons
Of talk of the infinities
Of time, and space
And to let the imagination
Drift, and freely wander
Into the ether, and recesses
Of my inner thoughts
And creativities
A vibrancy, and sensuality
That would of been complete
Had i had company
To share these imaginings with
As we together
Ventured
Into the ethereal mists
And liquid thoughts
Of this strange new world

by Jemia

What is a jacket potato
Without a jacket?
Or a pea
Without a pod?
Or a cow, without an udder
It's a bull you silly sod!
Or milk without
A milk float
Or tiddlies
Without a wink
Or a candle
Without a wick
Or two short  planks
That aren't particularly thick!
Is misnomer
A female gnome
And why can't  guinea pigs
Neither grunt, nor fly?
And how can there be
Elephants in a room
Without an elephant in sight
And never seen a bull in a china shop
Or a dead Dodo, goodnight!

by Jemia

Susserrating woodland
Agitated birdsong
Chainsaws
A psithurism
Bleeding wood
by Jemia

Ive just observed
Shiny glitter in my socks
Perhaps it is fairy dust
Maybe?
I could leap from my window
Or balcony
And flap my arms
To see
Then explain my experiment
At accident, and emergency
I think for now
I'll assume
They are not socks
With fairy dust
Although i do possess
A liquid
Made by fairies
I know this
As it says so on the bottle
Should'st i drink some?
Or wash up
Some old crocks
Along with the fairy dust
Within my socks?
I once knew a tooth fairy
Her name was Nasha
But that's another tale
I have to depart now
As ive been summoned
By a quaint fairy bell

by Jemia

How did people write?
By candlelight
Got four candles
Or fork handles
On the go
It's so dark
I don't really know
That emit
A very pleasant glow
But not enough
To easily see
Without elec tricity
Got some classical
On Radio Three
On my wind-up radio
With no battery
Arms ache
For goodness sake!

by Jemia

Climate change
The ****
Is really starting
To hit the fan
Floods, and fires
Global warming
And lack of necessary response
All of this
In the misty midst
Of a Global pandemic
"I know"
Say a few multi-billionaires
"Lets spend billions of dollars/pounds
And have ten minutes in space!"
Out of this world.....
by Jemia

The Chair
One day, maybe
I shall abandon my chair
My throne of thrones
My hidden lair

But alas, tis a single chair
Not a couch, or soft settee
I cannot thrive whilst i'm alone
Only coming alive, in company

My chair has been my single comfort
For over six years
My only companion
Are my silent tears

My remaining, and constant desire
Is my heart to share
But destined to remain
Alone in my chair

by Jemia

The Pirates Of Perchance
No peaches on the beaches
After much ale quaffed
Just dregs, and remains of pirates
And a man wandering round with a cough

Tis the summer season to be jolly, careful
As some will be careless, and carefree
Disturbed by a madman walking around
Shouting "**** the chinese, can you not see?"

So as the world becomes more disturbingly dystopean
And politics, and politicians become seemingly shy
Unable to face stark realities
As restrictions are eased, this day 19th July

by Jemia

The only sounds
That i desire
Are the silent sighs
Of butterflies

by Jemia

The only deceit
In my spoken words
Is they don't replicate
The voice in my heart
Body
Or soul

by Jemia

I spent to much time
Of my life
In  de Nile
And eventiually
Got eaten
By de hippo!

by Jemia

I espy
Three people wandering around
through the busy hubbub
Of the Old Town
They have four parrots
Perched, upon their shoulders
I hope they don't poo
Anything that smoulders
"Give me a gottle of geer!"
Said an invisible parrot
In my right ear
I leapt from my seat
Much alarmed
And checked myself
But remained unharmed
Not wanting to be seen
Talking
To an invisible parrot
That was now squawking
That no-one else could hear
This invisible parrot
Squawking in my ear
"It's okay" said the parrot
"I can hear what you think"
"I like you in blue"
"But prefer you in pink!"
"Well" thought i
Feeling a little shy
"There's nothing i can do"
"As i have no pink dye"
"And besides, i prefer rainbows!"
"From my head"
"Right down to my toes!"
"Including your pinkies?"
Said the parrot in jest
I laughed out loud
in front of a crowd
So i left the Ille Cafe
As was now to embarrassed to stay
As the invisible parrot
Simply flew away!

by Jemia

Today, on top of
The moans
And groans
And grumbles
And mumbles
I cogitated
And considered
How much Ketchup
Is wasted globally
Each year
From the remaining dregs
In each, and every bottle
From approximately 800 million
Produced each year
I estimated the equivalent of
20 million were wasted
And out of all the 14 billion sachets
Yes billion! about one third of a billion
Were wasted (kind of wishing i was feeling wasted!)
Again through left over dregs
How very saucy
And a touch inane
Hard to Ketch up with
Without a condiment
Me go now....!
by Jemia

I had been lost in thought
And had just been thinking
That today was a very noisy day
So switched off my brain
And stopped thinking for a few moments
And was met with
Silence
It was then
That i realised
How busy
My brain had been
I could almost hear it
Clank!
by Jemia

Currently coughing
Something in my throat
Could be a hairy Hare
Or maybe ive swallowed a goat!

by Jemia

A beautiful sky
Just after the setting sun
Reds, and blues, and violet greys
I saw a dragon
Breathing fire
Soaring into the horizon
Into a twilight world
That i now inhabited
And realised suddenly
That i was seeing myself
Reflections on a river below
My eyes were an shimmering emerald green
As specks of scarlet red
Flickered, as i blinked
As i raged, and roared
Upon the firey scene below
I could feel the hot coals
Yearning, and burning
Within my throat
As my acrid, acid tongue
Lashed out again
With a venting rage
As i ignited
Another stream of burning flames
At a cruel, and angry world below
Then there was only smoke
As my bitter vengeance
Had breathed it's last breath
Nature would now be saved
From the monstrous beasts
That had savaged
And ravaged its body
Biting the caring hand
That had borne it life
This inhuman, inhumane, inhumanity
I lit a candle
And watched with sadness
As its flame died
Drowned in its own waxen lifeblood
And cried

by Jemia

As i traverse the mists of time
Through the loneliness of space
My thoughts pirouette
Spirals going viral, in a virulent place

Away in a far flung universe
On a parallel world
I think of things unthought of
As my dreams begin to unfurl

Dreams! such curious dreams
Wild, as wild as a passion
As sweet. as sweet as honey
Of a love, of a different fashion

So here i am, on table 16
Although ive now moved on by
Why? as i was on the middle table
And feeling a little shy...

by Jemia

The owl, and the pussycat
Went to sea
Why?
It's a mystery to me

Hoot went the owl
And meow went the cat
As they sat on an ocean
Ever so flat

Off they drifted
In the deep blue sea
They had a wonderful time
But nowhere to ***

So they pulled out the cork
Of their pea-green boat
To their horror
Were no longer afloat!

But that's another story
So i won't take it to far
As they abandon the boat
And opt for a car

The owl, and the pussycat
Instead, went for a drive
As neither could swim
And wanted to thrive

Where i'm going with this
I have not any idea
But thanks for the inspiration
To the Brilliant Edward Lear!

by Jemia
(written in a bar called The Owl, And The Pussycat!)