I Object The Not With This Plot!

The cat likes to run and play, but that you knew at our bay. I tend to get "no" a lot though. It is sometimes followed by "that's not a toy" at our show. How rude is that? Pffft says the cat.

It can be eaten,
It can be beaten.
It can be thrown.
A toy at the tone.

TP works well.
Can be messy as hell.
Can also constipate me,
But it is a toy that gives glee.

The corner of this,
Sure brings bliss.
The corner of that,
Works for the cat.

I have to get my chew on.
No grass or lawn.
So I'll chew the corner of it.
By it, I mean anything with my chew fit.

A human toe.
Hey, it's low.
It can wiggle too.
A toy in my view.

A bare leg.
No need to beg.
I'll play and scratch.
That toy met its match.

String by the pound.
Let that surround.
I'll eat it all.
Bah, not bad for me at our hall.

A wire or two.
Hey, if thin I chew.
Wait, that is Cass.
They give me gas.

Any old thing sitting there,
Works at our lair.
Give it a good whack.
Poof, falls over and instant toy at our shack.

So it is a toy,
Brings me joy.
Can't go wrong.
What? I might not live long?

Agree with not a toy? Even if you get joy? Eating string by the pound is bad? Damn, no wonder Pat hides it at our pad. I've tried to eat tacks too. Not the brightest at my zoo. But hey, anything can be a toy. Not saying it is a good toy that brings joy. But it can still be a toy like a singing bass. I'll stick to that notion with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.