Across the lake she glided in her red and green canoe
\nBut the haddock and the other fish were ready with their glue
\nThe noble swan didst twinkle thus, and in its fright gave flight
\nWhile the aged crone’s moustache did glimmer brightly in the night.<\/p>\n
“Oh\u00a0naughty boy” she did admonish to the roguish lad
\nAs she saw he wanted to impale the boat\u2014oh dear, how bad!
\nBut lacking moral fibre, Simon used a pike to spike it
\nSo now his mum instead of boating always has to bike it.<\/p>\n
The geese\u00a0noisily rush
\nacross the lake,
\ndeserting me as two old
\ndears turn up on the
\nother side, throwing stale bread.
\nThe swan calmly preens itself, unaware
\nof the commotion<\/p>\n
I like\u00a0my bike
\nBecause it means
\nI needn’t hike<\/p>\n
I wish\u00a0I could float like a swan
\nmoving effortlessly from here to there
\nwithout reason, taking off
\nwith a flurry of powerful wings,
\nand flying, free from the
\nworld<\/p>\n
Oh clock,\u00a0hanging from the ceiling
\nWhy do you hang so still?
\nI’m sure that you would have more fun
\nIf you moved a little
\nThere’s so much ceiling up above
\nBut still you will insist
\nOn staying rooted to that spot
\nInstead of playing skittles<\/p>\n
Seven o’clock\u00a0in the morning and all’s well!
\nEight o’clock in the morning and all’s well!
\nNine o’clock in the morning and all’s well!
\nTen o’clock in the morning\u2014
\nOh heck, I’m half an hour late for my exam!<\/p>\n
Jesus loves\u00a0me this I know
\n‘Cos he told me so.<\/p>\n
Written in 1997<\/em><\/p>\n The owl and the pussycat went to sea Written in 2002<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Simon’s Mum Across the lake she glided in her red and green canoe But the haddock and the other fish were ready with their glue The noble swan didst twinkle thus, and in its fright gave flight While the aged crone’s moustache did glimmer brightly in the night. “Oh\u00a0naughty boy” she did admonish to the …read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":26,"menu_order":3,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/45"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=45"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/45\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":365,"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/45\/revisions\/365"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/26"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=45"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jamesots.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=45"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}The Owl and the Pussycat<\/h2>\n
\nin a beautful pea green boat.
\nThey took some cash and a large wad of hash,
\nwrapped up in an old duffel coat.
\nWhile sailing away from the heat of the day,
\nthe owl with a romantic air
\nBegan singing a love song to the mangy old cat,
\n‘cos the owl was as blind as a bat.
\nThe only thing beautiful there on the sea
\nwas the boat, coloured like mushy peas
\nBut a storm it blew up, flipped over the boat
\nand the bird and cat drowned in the seas.<\/p>\n