Desmond the Owl
Desmond the owl, was wearing a scowl,
For
some bounder had kidnapped his dinner.
For as Desmond said, an owl needs to
be fed,
If a chap’s not to get any thinner.
"Oh no” said his Mum, who had him under
her thumb.
"A diet is just what you're needing.
With a belly your size,
and those popping out eyes,
No way can you say you need
feeding.”
And so, with a tear dripping over each
ear,
And his beak tucked well into his tummy,
He trudged off to bed, and
laid down his soft head,
And dreamt he was eating his Mummy!
Janet Johnson