Two kilos of Cocaine washed up on our Beach the Other Day
And now its gone — so herein read what we have to say — Poetic Pussycat Tale
A Pussy Cat Tale
Lady Donga Diaries
Words & Pictures — Lady Donga
Meow 204
The flapping and squawking was louder than ever
That signal from the air — in which to learn and be clever
As we stepped out of the house — and looked right up above
There were seven black cockatoos — and not one single dove
Another five joined them — so that now made twelve
That meant something was happening — and in that we should delve
Because the black cockatoo spirit birds — are rarely off track
They came directly to the house and squawked on with a quack
My human Seaspray D and I — walked our way to the sea
Yes down along the river — me with him — and him with me
And we kept our eye out — for his and my sake
And there squirming in front of us — was a deadly brown snake
We asked Mr snake — had he seen anything suspicious?
He hissed at us with a “no — nothing at all — particularly delicious”
We were down on the beach now — with our eyes searching in vain
And there it was covered in barnacles — two kg of cocaine
We had heard about this on TV — happening mainly on the east coast
But here it was washed up in the west — a white powdery ghost
The cocaine kilos asked us to rescue it — and save it from the sea
But we knew much better than that — the damage it can do to you and me
We knew that it was responsible — for destroying young people’s lives
They start off with dopamine highs — but then no more high fives
The addicts then become a prisoner — chasing that initial fine high
But that white powder just sends them to hell — and not to the sky
So me and my human Seaspray D — we gathered a big pile of driftwood
And burned that cocaine monster to death — now banished from our hood
And our spirit birds the black cockatoos — all squawked with approval
That white powder threat gone from our beach — a thorough removal
So I say to the children of our world — that want to get high
Better to love our Mother Nature — as there is no come down — or sigh
MeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooW for now
Until next time
With Love — Lady Donga Diaries — © Meow 204–2023
