The Owl and the Pussycat floated to sea
in an ugly recycling bin
It over-flowed with broken toys
and plastic, paper and tin
They sailed away on Boxing Day
on a river of rubbish off-shore
Large gifts they had bought but now they thought
that with packaging, less is more
They sailed for what seemed a year and a day
and came to an island grim
It rose as a mountain of styrofoam
so big there was nowhere for fish to swim
As night-time fell on the greasy sea
and clouds obscured the moon,
they threw the disposables overboard
in fear they would capsize soon
As water entered their plastic craft
they used take-out cups to bail,
but these broke into soggy flakes
and they knew they couldn't but fail
They spied a barge of digital waste
for which the sea hadn't room
Then a massive storm sent their bin to the deeps
and they drowned by the light of the moon,
the moon,
they drowned ...
by the light of the moon