The owl and the pussycat went to sea
In a miserable leaking coffin
With hundreds as desperate as themselves;
We hear such stories often.
The smugglers took their five pound note
And gave no food or drink
Nor lifejackets, rafts, nor watered wings
Should aye the coffin sink.
The land that once did rule the waves
Said, ‘Let the beggars drown
And that will teach them common sense
And save us many pounds!’
Thus it did founder, pussy floundered,
Owl could not be saved.
O! Would that those who let it be
Now danced upon their grave!
First published in Star Tips for Writers