The Secret Is Out With This Shout!

The cat has been here over 5 years now and so I figured it was time for this meow. Or at least the truthful one. I have to tell all with this run. What do I have to tell? Why you ring the rhyming bell.

The cat is here,
With a rhyming rear.
I come and go,
High and low.

I have a flow,
Set in a row.
200+ to be exact.
That's not an easy act.

I have no life.
But free from strife.
At least I hope so,
By the time this post does go.

Bad grammar there.
Don't pull your hair.
That may sting.
Go have a fling.

It is spring.
A spring fling.
Can still be with your mate.
Make it a fling date.

Oh yes, the reveal.
It is a big deal.
Are you ready for it?
You better sit.

Are you sitting?
I know you aren't knitting.
The cat would eat the string,
That would start your fling.

You'd fling stuff at me.
I'd get away scot free.
That is just me.
Can't be stopped by thee.

What was that?
I'm chewing the fat?
What fat is there to chew?
Viking fat can come due.

Anne says that is ewww.
But the cat shall still chew.
He then taints your meat,
Now you rhyme because of what you eat.

And that is why you rhyme with me. The cat sent tainted meat from sea to sea. I guess vegans are spared my rhyming spree. I'll get them one day and their little hugging tree. What? You don't believe me? Would I lie to thee? Bah, that would never come to pass. You can trust my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.