- Aug 8, 2012
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Sometimes I think we're all too serious.
In memory of the late, great Spike Milligan with a knowing nod to Dr Seuss.
OB
ODE ON A PET LOVER
by OB
I loved my little puppy. I loved to feel him squirm
Small ball of furry squidges, that wriggled like a worm
Sometimes he’d lick me on my face, he even licked my nose
But it got bit annoying when he tried to lick my toes
The party really ended when he piddled on the floor
And woke me up at 3 am by scratching at the door
So puppies may be fun at first but when they make you splutter
Just pop them in the frying pan
With garlic, chives and butter
A kitty is a treasure, a fluffy puff of fun
I loved my little kitty, I loved to watch it run
It tumbled on the furniture and snuck onto my lap
Then turned three times and settled, for a purry little nap
When it got a little bigger it turned thoughtless with its paws
And I wasn’t very happy when it spiked me with its claws
When they start to arch and scratch
with spits and hissy fits
They’ve just worn out their welcome and it’s time to call it quits
They’ve lost their charm, they’re all grown up
They’re mangy cats, not kittens
So I turn their insides, inside out
And use their fur for mittens
I had a tiny budgie, a clever little chap
He’d hop around his little cage and give his bell a tap
He’d twit and tweet like budgies do
At first it was a joke
But cleaning out his budgie cage soon made me gag and choke
When little tinkles on his bell became annoying clatter
I soon imagined Tinkerbell, deep fried, in light beer batter
So I plucked the little fella and (I do not wish to boast)
Adding thyme and roast potatoes
Made a tiny gourmet roast
One day I had a visitor
He said, “There’s hell to pay”
“We know what you’ve been up to”
“We’re the RSPCA”
“We know about the dogs and cats”
“And pet mice blitzed for dips”
“And we know you turned your goldfish into goldfish Fish’n’Chips”
“You’re goose is cooked. You will be booked”
“You’re going for a ride”
“The charge is Pet Based Cookery and Pet Based Homicide”
They put me in the hospital
They said I was unwell
They kept me under lock and key
Strait jacket, padded cell
I faked as vegetarian.
The fools were reassured
Free of doubt, they let me out
They thought that I was cured
So now I’m free to act like me
Sounds crazy but it’s true
And I just found my ideal job.
I ‘m Head Chef … at the Zoo
In memory of the late, great Spike Milligan with a knowing nod to Dr Seuss.
OB
ODE ON A PET LOVER
by OB
I loved my little puppy. I loved to feel him squirm
Small ball of furry squidges, that wriggled like a worm
Sometimes he’d lick me on my face, he even licked my nose
But it got bit annoying when he tried to lick my toes
The party really ended when he piddled on the floor
And woke me up at 3 am by scratching at the door
So puppies may be fun at first but when they make you splutter
Just pop them in the frying pan
With garlic, chives and butter
A kitty is a treasure, a fluffy puff of fun
I loved my little kitty, I loved to watch it run
It tumbled on the furniture and snuck onto my lap
Then turned three times and settled, for a purry little nap
When it got a little bigger it turned thoughtless with its paws
And I wasn’t very happy when it spiked me with its claws
When they start to arch and scratch
with spits and hissy fits
They’ve just worn out their welcome and it’s time to call it quits
They’ve lost their charm, they’re all grown up
They’re mangy cats, not kittens
So I turn their insides, inside out
And use their fur for mittens
I had a tiny budgie, a clever little chap
He’d hop around his little cage and give his bell a tap
He’d twit and tweet like budgies do
At first it was a joke
But cleaning out his budgie cage soon made me gag and choke
When little tinkles on his bell became annoying clatter
I soon imagined Tinkerbell, deep fried, in light beer batter
So I plucked the little fella and (I do not wish to boast)
Adding thyme and roast potatoes
Made a tiny gourmet roast
One day I had a visitor
He said, “There’s hell to pay”
“We know what you’ve been up to”
“We’re the RSPCA”
“We know about the dogs and cats”
“And pet mice blitzed for dips”
“And we know you turned your goldfish into goldfish Fish’n’Chips”
“You’re goose is cooked. You will be booked”
“You’re going for a ride”
“The charge is Pet Based Cookery and Pet Based Homicide”
They put me in the hospital
They said I was unwell
They kept me under lock and key
Strait jacket, padded cell
I faked as vegetarian.
The fools were reassured
Free of doubt, they let me out
They thought that I was cured
So now I’m free to act like me
Sounds crazy but it’s true
And I just found my ideal job.
I ‘m Head Chef … at the Zoo
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