Hey Diddle Diddle We're In The Middle!

And yet another instance of why humans can't count the cat will add to the amount. I guess it is too high and when they can't round they just cry. But we did the rounding so now the middle is surrounding.

No need to fiddle,
Just use the middle.
The numbers, they suck.
Who gives a fluckity fluck.

Not little old me.
Not one bit at my sea.
Act like it's a riddle,
And use the middle.

It's the middle of fall.
Wait, did summer stall?
Not even fall yet.
Damn, all because you got wet?

It's the middle of winter.
Not even time to smash a printer.
Yet we had a little cold.
So the middle had to take hold.

It's the middle of summer.
Damn, that is a bummer.
It's not even hot.
Spring is still hot to trot.

It's the middle of the season.
Christmas is about to commit treason.
Christmas has a season and a middle all its own?
Damn, Santa must know who to phone.

It's the middle of the day.
Said at 3 on display.
Nope, sorry, you fail.
The middle hit the trail.

It's the middle of the night.
2 am takes flight.
Whoops, wrong once more.
Did the middle show you the door?

In the middle of a store.
But damn, you're near the door.
Yep, so middle you are.
Maybe you walked too far?

So is the middle a riddle?
You sure like the wrong middle.
A middle with which to fiddle.
But in the middle you can diddle.

Are you going to get in the middle of this? Does the middle bring you bliss? Maybe you are the middle child and just take the middle and run wild. Is that the human excuse for all the middle use? Either way I'll go roll in the middle of some grass. I'll measure it out with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.