The What Is In A Rut!

The cat is typing out a rhyme right now. No, he is not giving a meow. I am going to type and hit post soon. But that you knew at my sand dune. Didn't you? Some humans don't have a clue.

I'm typing away.
All through the day.
Just typing right here.
Have no fear.

Maybe fear for you,
And many in view.
For they are dense.
Maybe sat on an electric fence?

Why is that?
Why fall flat?
Too many reasons to name.
But this post has a claim.

What are you doing?
Umm, I'm not chewing.
I'm typing like I said.
Can't get that through your head?

What are you doing?
You I'm now shooing.
Get the hell away.
Go drown in the bay.

What are you doing?
Is this some kind of wooing?
Are you as blind as a bat?
Maybe drowning in scat?

What are you doing?
Soon I'll be suing.
You won't like that.
Sued by a cat.

What...shut up.
Go bug a pup.
Can't you see?
I'm having a pee.

I'm driving a car.
I'm walking far.
I'm vacuuming the floor.
I'm resting at the shore.

I'm sitting on my ass.
I'm passing some gas.
You I'm now booing.
But what are you doing?

Can't you humans see? Why ask when you are beside me? That is like talking about the weather when two humans are together. I'm doing what I'm doing. No fat needs chewing. Not like I'm chopping a foot off. So there is no need to scoff. Now I'm passing some more gas. It just wants to come when humans are near my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.