What The Hell, Odds Can't Spell!

A grammar nazi's delight. Or maybe a fright. The odds are sure fickle this time. I can't even tell if they rhyme. Well the cat can with ease. Humans may not find it such a breeze.

Tabbies Of Trout Towne Odds Up Or Odds Down
Theese odds izz strange.Strangee like with range.Not sure on it though.May be off at my show.
Tabbies sayz when.When times ten.Boy, thiss is ruffSpeaking this stuff.
Wezz find it hard.Like finding the card.Peicking out thee right one.Sure can be tough to be done.
Back to the oddzz.Like those yummy codzz.Not those burd guys.You know, the thing that flies.
Unless penguin man.They may be a fan. Burds attacking lowers odds.They go back to cods.
Litter art is a winner.Be sure and eataz dinner.But odds could goes downe.If fame came to trout towne.
No blog posts to see.Instead an artz gallerie spree.
Showing at nine.The lives of the feline.
May also get eaten.Those ancestors can't bes beaten.But they look hungry as canz be.Don't mess with them at their sea.
Burds are back.What'z the flack?Burds and deer.Oh my, stand clear.
Odds of deer.Squirrels in the clear.Rabbits nearby.Odds mays lie.
Odds = Maybe A Burd KnowsJust Look At Those Grammar Blows 
Can you decipher their bad grammar speak? We can at our creek. Can't type it like they do though. That we sure know. Got critters in your yard? Are they making you a cranky bard? Are penguins a better burd? Or are they just as absurd? I guess I'll go eat a bass and think on that with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.