Leared Poem by Ike Khan

Leared



Isn’t it strange how honey
When wrapped in fiduciary money
Isn’t as nice as when spread upon mice?
Though to cats and owls it tastes funny
It’s true….
That to cats and owls it tastes funny.

And if music be the night bird’s pleasure
With firmament gazing over such treasure
Wouldn’t the cat have put on a hat
And danced on the deck for good measure
She should….
Have danced on the deck for good measure.

And if pigs could have wings instead of nose rings
Would the couple have spent a shilling
To fly to the sky and get hitched upon high
Pigwig of course being willing
No doubt….
Piggies are always quite willing.

But runcibilities becoming cutlerical
Whilst making the verse quite hysterical
Made everyone wince at the thought of the quince
Being tainted by flavours mysterical
I say….
Being tainted by flavours mysterical.

Now if feline and bird were to mate
If it isn’t already too late
Would the nurses shriek at the birth of a freak
Or would they just christen it Kate
That rhymes…..
I think they’d just christen it Kate.

But do owls and cats really get wed?
Or is that just a thought in my head?
Some think it’s quite sad and say I’m going mad
So never read nonsense in bed
My advice…..
Is to never read nonsense in bed.

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