The Tale Of The Scale!

You humans sure like your numbers. Even count your cucumbers. Hey, I'm sure some do. The only thing the cat counts is toys at our zoo. Pat likes to count dough, but you need that though.

No need to wait.
Not a weight trait.
So ignore that scale.
Don't hit the trail.

Goes to 10.
Women and men.
No more, no less.
An 11 you confess?

Pffft get out of here.
Don't show that tear.
It stops at ten.
Go bug a hen.

You got it now?
You caught on, wow!
Let's get to it.
Have to gauge your fit.

How is your fit?
Taking crap or shit?
On a scale of one to ten.
You can use a pen.

How is your brain?
Does this cause pain?
On a scale of one to ten.
Sorry, we don't take Yen.

How is you attention?
Is it in detention?
On a scale of one to ten.
Can you survive under a dumpster like Glenn?

It is a four?
Why not a three tour?
What's the difference between?
What? A six you mean?

A one means none.
A ten means a ton.
A nine a smidgen less?
This could be a mess.

Did you like this post?
Rate it at my coast?
On a scale of one to ten.
Now I'll go sleep in the den.

Don't you love those that blurt out 3? I mean really a 3 can come to be? Why not 3 and a tiny bit? Sure can be a weird 1 to 10 fit. What if each have a different scale? Some do and some don't wail. Geez, I'll have to find out from the singing bass. Of course I'm a 10 little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.