The Owl and the Pussy-Cat


The Owl and the Pussy-cat drank some tea

  In a beautiful pea-green mug,

They added some honey, and paid plenty of money,

  For a cappuccino to chug.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

  And sang to a small guitar,

“O lovely Coffee! O Coffee, my love,

What a beautiful Coffee you are,

        You are,

        You are!

What a beautiful Coffee you are!”


Pussy said to the barista, “What an elegant vista!

  These coffees lines up in a row!

O please let us order! We’re here on the border:

  ‘Twixt coffee and eternal woe”

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

  To the land where the coffee bean grows

And there in a wood a barista stood

  With a ring at the end of his nose,

         His nose,

         His nose,

  With a ring at the end of his nose.


“Dear Sir, are you willing to sell for one shilling

  Your beans?” Said the barista, “I will.”

So they took them away, and ground them next day

  With the artisanal grinder on the hill.

They dined on a doughnut, and ate a scone cut

  With the business end of a runcible spoon;   

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

  They drank lattes by the light of the moon,

         The moon,

         The moon,

They drank lattes by the light of the moon.


Working this morning on my notes on Drama analysis, the sun warm but not too hot. I like to have time before work to do some revisions, even if my Cosettes’s help is not exactly ( not at all) helping me… But I love her so much… Even when she tries to destroy my bullet journal’s bookmark. 💕