The Pussycat with her Owl went to mosque garbed in a puke-green suit
She looked undone-y despite plenty of money
And designers and dressers, to boot
The Owl looked up to his wife above and sang to a small sitar
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
Then they dined on quince and slices of blintz
Which they ate with a runcible spoon
And hand in hand, to the Taj Mahal band
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon
They danced by the light of the moon.
Leni
The Owl looked up to his wife above and sang to a small sitar
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
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I just had breakfast, but feel I may be revisiting it. This is truly a stomach turner, and after the pea green suit... hurl alert!