The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea, But they did not get very far. The pussycat thought that the boat was a car And the Owl flew away for a jar. I attach the text of the original poem of that title by Edward Lear. I juxtapose both poems to illustrate the point that I am making which is that life does not always go according to plan. The Owl and the Pussycat 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." 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. "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.
Reason for writing:
If at first you do not succeed, you fail. That's how it is for some. When at first I don't succeed, I try again. So I tried a few times to write a poem, as my inspiration had dried up. Eventually, after trying very hard, my inspiration returned. Or maybe it was the few drinks that I had down the pub that inspired me.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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