Seven years after their voyage abroad.
There was no more singing or dancing anymore.
They were vindictive, embittered and bored.
The owl whinged: “Oh Pussy! This house is a tip!
“It’s knee deep in furballs and lice!
“And I don’t mind money. But what’s with the honey?
“Both cats and owls traditionally eat mice!”
The cat came back: “You’re not the owl I once knew!
“Oh how did I get in this fix?
“You leave the toilet seat up. My mother was right.
“Birds and cats just shouldn’t mix!”
The owl mused: “What about an appearance on Jeremy Kyle?
It’s on “Animal Divorces” next week.”
The pussy laughed: “I would do it if I only I could believe,
“One single word that comes out of your beak!”
She went on: “I was seduced by your charm, your boat,
“And that trick where you rotate your head.
“You know where you can stick your pissy green boat.
“You bastard. I wish you were dead.”
The owl and the pussycat went to court,
The judge favoured Pussy the most,
She took her “honey” for plenty of money,
Then retired to a home on the coast.
(Chris Hallam with apologies to Edward Lear).