Tune In For A Spin!

Did you know that cat has his own station? That has to be an elation. Now the cat can ruin your concentration as you tune into 99.87.865.787666 to give an ovation.

Listening to this station,
May ruin concentration.
But then it takes an escalation,
To a rather weird destination.

It will bring about celebration,
When it improves circulation.
From my little dedication,
You may get a duplication.

A clone imitation.
More than one by my estimation.
That is quite the infiltration.
The ninja wannabe may feel irritation.

There is no vaccination.
But there is a registration.
You must use your own sanitation.
No clones near my loo presentation.

Actually there is no accommodation.
I don't go for cooperation.
I just let loose with communication.
Most of it is improvisation.

Could give some illumination.
Or just be an infatuation.
Maybe it's my magnetization?
Care to make a recommendation?

Nope, there is no negotiation.
But I'll let you make your recommendation.
Is that a form of socialization?
I'll go to Google for clarification.

I'm all for diversification.
I let dogs on my station.
See? It's not a total monopolization.
They can be of any nationalization.

Then they get a thrilling elation,
I hit them with some miniaturization.
Dogs everywhere join a categorization.
Ants, thanks to a bit of radiation.

Isn't that all quite the visualization?
Shrinking dogs and clones get a victimization.
Maybe that needs a reevaluation?
Bah, you can always change the station.

Ready to listen to my station? Tune in to 99.87.865.787666 to give that ovation. I may soon be under investigation. Damn my evil plan of shrinking the dog population. It sure took some coordination. Enjoy my clone making, dog shrinking station. I'll now go roll in dog free grass. That is so nice to my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.