I think this blog is lacking in culture. So today's post will be a poem. This poem is dedicated to the owls who sit silently and wisely on the electric wires in our neighbourhood. Also to the many cats who I try to befriend. So far, they have run away, hissed at me or taken a swipe at me but I will persist. Sooner or later they will realise I am a friendly hound. Enjoy this poem and I encourage you to find a human to read it out loud to you, or just read it out loud yourself if you happen to be a human.
The Owl And The Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear
I The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!'
II Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose.
III 'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?'Said the Piggy,'I will.' So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.
This is described as 'nonsense poetry,' which I find odd. Of all the things written and said by humans, this is probably the most sensible.
Life is great when unlikely relationships are so successful.
I am a curious and happy hound. I enjoy my life in Brisbane, Australia immensely. I watch, learn and comment on the world of dogs, humans and other animals. Exurberant, joyful, elegant, polite and good-looking are words many people use to desribe me, though I am too humble to use them myself.