One of Victoria Wood's funniest creations, Kelly Marie Tunstall, sounds off at the bus stop.
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July 03, 2009
July 01, 2009
June 17, 2009
Beautiful Pea Green Boat Revisited
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a rather nice fifty foot yacht.
They took with them prunes and one hundred doubloons,
Which in those days was rather a lot.
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!'
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 once grew
Calling in at Majorca
Not short of a dollar or two,
Or two,
Or two,
Not short of a dollar or two.
Amongst all the Pig's bling they espied a gold ring
And the Cat gave the Owl a sly nudge.
Owl had to agree
But concocted plan B
Just in case the mean Pig wouldn't budge.
'Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for a shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'No chance!'
So they hurried away, took the ferry next day
And bought one much cheaper in France.
They climbed up the hill, but the Turkey was ill,
Disappointingly confined to bed.
'Just our luck', said the Owl
And the Cat made a growl
And they sailed off to Cyprus instead.
Where 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.
Original poem by Edward Lear, additional words by me.
