The owl and the Pussy Cat by Edward Lear

Sometimes I struggle reading other peoples poetry because they’re often full of metaphors only known to the writer.

I can write my own metaphors for things till I’m blue in the face, but understanding other peoples metaphors? That’s a struggle and is one of the reasons why I don’t really tend to read poetry books.

But this is a silly poem and no real metaphor, as far as I can tell can be found. It’s just a simple silly, unrealistic poem.