Owl and Pussy went to bed not sure what they could do
Pussy started fiddling fast
Owl whispered twit-tawoo.
Pussy Pussy let me kiss your finely coated mound
My word the moisture seeps so fast
Permitting me to pound.
Oh owl you're easy swiveling head is a never ending joy
Perhaps some clever artisan
Will redesign it as a toy.
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