Very nice, John!
As it happens, I also wrote a Lear-y piece (for no particular reason) a few weeks ago. By a happy chance, it was 24 lines long, so it's ready to go ... into the bin, judging by my past experiences with the LitRev. Oh, well, you can lose 'em all!
Irretrievable breakdown
The Owl and the Pussycat went to the Judge,
For they sought to obtain a divorce.
“My dear Sir”, said the Owl, “I’ve no wish to be foul,
Though I fear you’ll consider us coarse.
Our plight’s anatomic; my efforts are comic
To exercise conjugal rights.
With our different bits, there is nothing that fits,
And this failure our happiness blights.”
The Pussycat spoke: “He’s a feathery bloke,
Whereas I’m rather furry and feline.
In vain we have tried to get Owly inside,
So to you we are making a beeline.”
Said her husband: “Your honour, I’ve struggled upon her
And hoped she would prove pussycat-able.
It was useless, of course, and we’re seeking divorce
On the grounds that we’re quite incompatible.”
So the Judge set a date to determine their fate:
“I’ll decide at the end of next week.”
But the cat came alone, though she carried a bone
And a handful of feathers and beak.
Said the Judge with a scowl: “Where’s your husband, the Owl?
Are you thinking to mock or deride me?”
Then the Pussy confessed: “I have eaten the rest,
So my husband, at last, is inside me.”
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