The Owl and the Pussycat Went on Safari
Another Owl and the Pussycat Adventure
This is the third poem I have written as part of what I call The New Adventures of the Owl and the Pussycat. The first two poems were 'The Owl and the Pussycat Get Married' and 'The Owl and the Pussycat Went Into Space.'
As a child I loved the original by Edward Lear 'The Owl and the Pussycat Went to Sea' and I have always been inspired by his nonsense verse and limericks, so I thought why not carry on this engaging story by adding more stand-alone adventures.
I had trouble getting the previous poem passed the automatic filter that disables advertising here, so I changed the title slightly.
There will be more to follow, at least that is my intention.
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat Went on Safari
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went on safari
In an old jeep that rattled and shook.
They drove across the plain, and then back again,
And couldn’t tell how long it took.
The Owl had no gun, this was only for fun
To observe animals in the wild.
It was no dilemma, for he had a camera,
And the Pussy-Cat just waved and smiled.
The Pussy-Cat just waved and smiled.
They approached an elephant at a cool stream,
That drank water and sprayed with its trunk.
“We like your style,” the Owl said with a smile,
“You can breath if you ever get sunk.”
The elephant sprayed some water their way,
Then turned and ran off to the trees.
The Owl shook his wings, and they started to sing,
“Beware of an elephant’s sneeze,
Beware of an elephant’s sneeze.”
They stopped for a snack beneath a boab,
Dining on strawberries and cheese,
When a mother giraffe, and her lively young calf
Stopped by to munch on some leaves.
The giraffes were so tall, Pussy felt small,
As she looked at their long necks in awe.
The owl flew above, said, “Don’t worry My Love,
At least you can fit through a door.
At least you can fit through a door.”
Entering the jungle with a hop and a skip,
The Owl held the Pussy-Cat’s hand.
A gorilla swung down on a vine to the ground,
Asking, “What brings you to this land?”
“The amazing landscape, and the King of Apes,
We heard you were one and the same!”
He took it in his stride, beat his chest in pride,
“Well, I do hope you come back again.
I do hope you come back again.”
The safari was over, they had to go home,
Their time here, quite sadly, was brief.
“We’ll be back one day, but we must be away,”
Said the Owl with a sigh of relief.
Saying, “Goodbye,” Pussy tried not to cry,
She always found parting was hard.
But back in the jeep, she dozed off to sleep,
While the Owl just sat back and played cards.
The Owl just sat back and played cards.
© 2020 John Hansen