Let The Complaining Start Raining!

The cat does it a time or fifty, and hey, it can be nifty. It gives me something to say most any old day. You humans make it easy as can be. But everyone sure does a lot of complaining from sea to sea.

Oh, poor poor me.
I don't have a PS3.
Hmmm don't they have four?
Bah, didn't rhyme on tour.

Poor poor me.
I'm on a pitiful spree.
My internet went out.
One hour out made me shout.

Poor poor me.
I had to walk for free.
I walked all through town.
My stupid car broke down.

Poor poor me.
No one liked my pic spree.
Facebook is out to get me.
I only typed "I had a big long pee."

Poor poor me.
I got a cold at my sea.
It lasted a week.
Wait, it was just a pimple on my cheek.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You have a running loo,
And some ass wipe too.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You have medicine for colds.
Even to fight back molds.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You can connect and find all you want.
Don't have to wait weeks for even a taunt.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You have a roof over your head.
The forest isn't your bed.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You have running water.
No need to fight an otter.

Are you still complaining at your sea? Geez, can't be helped by even me. Time travel should be invented to send whiners back a 100 years or so. Then they wouldn't have a whining flow. Although they may screw things up in mass. I wouldn't want to become a never existed little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.