It'll Fit Because I Say It!

Some humans really can't take it they were wrong. They sing the denial song. That and say the same crap over and over. I'd much rather deal with rover.

It will fit.
I say it.
So it will fit.
Takes no wit.

Whoops, dinged the car.
I still got par.
So it fit.
Insurance will buy it.

Whoops, I broke the door.
But done with that chore.
It fit into the room.
Who needs a door to loom?

Whoops, can't move away.
For the truck I did pay.
I got the small one.
Hey, can say we are done.

Whoops, says the hick.
Lost it some slick.
The poor sheep fixed him.
Hey, got some lovin on a whim.

Whoops, says the clothes.
They cause woes.
Shove it in and boom.
Closet sprouts like a mushroom.

Whoops, says the box.
Shove in those extra socks.
Box breaks all around.
Look! A bed for a hound.

Whoops, says the head.
Almost ended up dead.
Stuck between the stair rails.
Love the sound of wails?

Whoops, you're a cat.
Forget all of that.
We'll fit anywhere.
Had to add that at my lair.

It still fit.
See my wit.
I made it fit.
Don't be a nitwit.

Are you a denial case? Do the "it will fit" you embrace? Then you end up with more of a mess. Come now, you can confess. The cat won't make fun of you much. Maybe just a touch. It is the right fit to come to pass for my ever so fit little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.