The poem
I 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!'
II Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose.
III 'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?'Said the Piggy,'I will.' So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.
The cat should eat the owl.
I LIKE PUSSIE, I H8 OWL! OWL H8 ME! OWL IS MEAN 2 ME! I MEAN 2 OWL! PUSSIE MY BABY!
ugh what a lack of insight and appreciation for such a lovely poem. for shame! how about some partially intellectual commentary on the repetition, the stresses, the meter, internal rhymes, and romantic imagery? One would hope for SOME rich insight on a poetry forum! Poor Lear would turn in his grave to witness his childlike poem being slaughtered with such sightless eyes.
I love the rythmic, musical flow of this poem. (The rest of you people who are just adding whatever bull pops into your head shouldn't've bothered.)
I adore the rythmic musical flow of this poem. (To the rest of you: don't comment unless you have something intelegent to say, please.)