You Know The Ancient Rhyme

You already know about
Jazz going with winter
The steam of an eerie night
The liquid tail of an eel

You have probably heard
The one about the little kitty
Who catches the mousey
Only to lose it again

A free life means
Free on the inside
Free to change willingly
Into anything instantly

You know the poetry
Of pure purposeless play
And so know that this poem
Belongs in the compost

You know the ancient rhyme
For 'twas you who first wrote it
With the ink of octopus on the back
Of a giant sea turtle.