*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Alaskan]

There was a wise owl that sat in an oak

 

[sourland]

Until the day he took that first smoke.

 

[Alaskan]

and then the tree burned

and the owl, he learned

 

[sourland]

a choice wrong turned
can leave an owl spurned.

 

[Alaskan]

but turning on a spit
will cause me to lick my lips!

 

[sourland]

he who eats owl
will live a life most foul.

 

[vehve]

All this talk in rhyme,
methinks owl goes with thyme.

 

[sourland]

owl with thyme
even in rhyme
invokes moat slime.

 

[Alaskan]

Owl cooked with bacon nice and crisp
Is for Alaskan clearly delish!

 

[sourland]

Alaskan's taste for owl
definitely borders on foul