THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT
poem by:
Kenvil Atkins
Written
on Jun 06, 2025
THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT Odd couple indeed Elon and Donald A partnership of distrust contrast Came abord and willing to paddle The ship heavy he lightens the bow But this man could not row Surprisingly Donald did not know Took his money and plenty of honey All wrapped up in a pretty bow Sat in the middle while others row Meanwhile the last administration Would make him quite a sensation Boosting the electric car generation II Yes, Pussycat Elon was quite a felon Year twenty-five hoping to stay alive Singing praises of the jolly old Owl Matching a hiper fayze time went by The Pussycat was cleaver indeed Thinking he could out Fox the old Owl Came abord the jolly pea green boat With a salvation band of merry men And swab the deck from left and right While Satan laughing with delight Acoustic chills went up that night All hell broke loose oh what a fight No other than the Owl bill that’s right III A cut here a cut there a cut everywhere Slicing electric car generation asunder Which then left the Pussy cat to ponder And the ingrate Owl blew like thunder Thus, dissolving a partnership no wonder Their voices you hear echo in the blender A war of words a sentiment of regrets The old Owl mandate trumps neglects Majority rules and there are no regrets Kenvil Atkins poet
Tags: Humor, Rhyme, Beat, Anger,
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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Oct 21, 2025 at 4:04am
It was mismatched and slatted for failure from the start: You take two Type A highly viol-table highly successfully motivated personalities and there bound of being a clash of thunder mixing with and than actively fighting against the roaring thunder. I am so very surprised that they were on the same team and the same side for as long as they both were...
