This one is really daft, complete steph'nonense. The idea was to parody the same rhymes as the original by Edward Lear.
The Howl of the Pussy
Cat.
With a howl the Pussy-cat went to see,
What on Earth was stuck in her throat.
She’d eaten a bunny, it was not very funny;
It was stuck like the horns of a goat!
The howl was heard far above,
The noise of a passing car.
Oh foolish Pussy, give it a shove,
What a foolish Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a foolish Pussy you are!
Pussy still howled, it sounded quite foul,
It was a terrible thing!
She felt so harried, that the howling was carried,
Like a vulture away on the wing.
It sailed away, through my ear, in a way...
I can’t stand, I should say, Heaven knows!
Even if they could, nobody would;
The way caterwauling goes,
It goes,
It goes,
The way caterwauling goes!
Dear Cat I am willing, to shut up your shrilling!
You will? said the cat, Yes I will!
So off to the vet the very same day,
Where to start she was given a pill.
It was hidden in mince, so she didn’t wince,
While the vet dived in with a spoon;
And then in his hand, just as he’d planned,
He fished out the bunny bone soon,
Bone soon,
Bone soon,
He fished out the bunny bone soon!
© Stephen Saunders
With a howl the Pussy-cat went to see,
What on Earth was stuck in her throat.
She’d eaten a bunny, it was not very funny;
It was stuck like the horns of a goat!
The howl was heard far above,
The noise of a passing car.
Oh foolish Pussy, give it a shove,
What a foolish Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a foolish Pussy you are!
Pussy still howled, it sounded quite foul,
It was a terrible thing!
She felt so harried, that the howling was carried,
Like a vulture away on the wing.
It sailed away, through my ear, in a way...
I can’t stand, I should say, Heaven knows!
Even if they could, nobody would;
The way caterwauling goes,
It goes,
It goes,
The way caterwauling goes!
Dear Cat I am willing, to shut up your shrilling!
You will? said the cat, Yes I will!
So off to the vet the very same day,
Where to start she was given a pill.
It was hidden in mince, so she didn’t wince,
While the vet dived in with a spoon;
And then in his hand, just as he’d planned,
He fished out the bunny bone soon,
Bone soon,
Bone soon,
He fished out the bunny bone soon!
© Stephen Saunders
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