Cross The Divides With The Besides!

The cat listened to a nut the other day. The same damn thing they did say. They said it 12 times and the I stopped counting. What was it that was mounting? I'll get there at my lair.

There could still be snow.
I hate that you know.
Know you do.
I just told you.

I told you before?
No need for an encore?
That's beside the point.
Did you hear about the butt joint?

Yeah, it really is there.
I know you really don't care.
That's beside the point.
Don't get your nose out of joint.

I didn't hold you at gun point.
I never hurt your wrist joint.
A new rhyme I should appoint.
But that's beside the point.

What was the point?
Do I really need to anoint?
Nah, that wasn't it.
Isn't this some shit?

There was a bear in the road.
It left a great big load.
That factored into what I was saying.
And look, you aren't even paying.

Should I charge for this?
That may bring bliss.
My wallet is in disjoint.
That's beside the point.

It can still fill.
Use it on a bill.
Who gets paper bills still?
That should be nil.

But that's beside the point.
Don't you love that hip joint?
That thing can sure cause pain.
Maybe that's a no pain no gain.

Some have said no pain no game.
That is really rather lame.
But that's beside the point.
This point I really should anoint.

Catch the point in all of that? Are you just confused by the cat? I could go on forever like some humans at my sea, but there are more important things to do for we. I never even got to the point that that saying was said a ton. There we go, all done. Don't you love the never ending roundabout way? Didn't that just make your day? But that's beside the point class. The butt joint better stay in for my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
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