Eyeing You Up Like A Butt To A Pup!

That was quite the comparison there but I know you don't care at your lair. No but to the butts especially from mutts. Anyway, get your eyes ready as the rhyme comes steady.

The path I pave,
Is something you have.
This fun has been done,
But for a while it was gone.

Can it bring you dough?
Maybe if money you can cough.
That would be grand in your hood.
Money coming up like food.

Do you want it coming up again?
Money might taste plain.
Could you do it every hour?
That would be quite the tour.

It would be a strange brew.
Might be hard to sew.
But can beat the heat.
That has to be great.

Just don't yell at the cook.
Then you'd be a mook.
Might end up in a tomb.
Don't forget a comb.

Hey, spittle could sink lower.
So enjoy the money tower.
Throw a dog a bone.
Could be the one.

Watch him run to and fro.
At least it's something to do.
No need for a magic wand.
Isn't that just grand?

He may chew a doll,
Or pay your toll.
Please you he shall.
Unless you trip and fall.

Then you may get a wart,
Or smell a stinky fart.
That may get a swear word.
After a pull of the rip cord.

Give him a cork.
Not sure it would work.
But he is your ward.
Send the mutt a nice card.

Did you catch on to me? Have your eyes adjusted to my sea? From spitting up money to a mutt that sniffs butts when sunny. The cat just went with it. Are you still thinking something like, what the shit? Eye rhymes can cause sass, but every once in a while they have to be done by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.