There was once a platypus 
Her name was Patty Hill
Her tail was like a beaver’s
And her mouth like a duck’s bill

She had two eggs that hatched into
A little girl and a boy
She’d sweat out milk for them to drink
And sing them lullabies.

She lived in a little den
By the riverside
And when she went to look for food
With dirt she’d plug it tight

She’d tuck her children into bed
While she went out to fish
Shrimp and caterpillars
Were her all time favourite dish

One day she came home to find
A mean old water snake
He was sniffing out her puggles
To put into his cake

Patty Hill growled at him
And stung him with her spur
He got so scared he dropped his skin
And slithered back to the river.

So if youre ever by the lake
And spy a beaver with a bill
Be sure to wave hello to it
It’s probably Patty hill

Published by Mahvash K. M.

A wandering “desi” and a corporate chicken who’s flown the proverbial coop is what I currently am. Have chosen the sultry island of Sri Lanka for my wandering/ experiential activities. Writing something- anything really, has been on the bucket list for a great old while. Finally putting some pixel energy behind the cause! This blog is about a wide gamut of stories, opinions, ideas, characters, storms in teacups, extraterrestrials, food for the soul (and some not so much), space (of the cosmic and personal varieties), cutting edge psychoanalytic analyses, and sunsets (Dysania-struck so probably no sunrises!) – all presented to you from a wide array of coffee shops across my modest globe-trotting sojourns. Here’s to enjoying the ride together!

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