Be A Chef For The Ref!

The cat rolls his eyes a lot. I'm sure you knew about such a plot. We heard one whining the other day. They sure liked to have their say. Of course whiners always do. That is why they are whiners through and through.

Here we go.
Time for the game.
They'll eat crow.
It won't be lame.

My team is best.
Even if not mine.
But we've done that test,
Just trust the feline.

And they're off.
Away they go.
Time to scoff.
They are our foe.

They are so bad.
Even with the same skill.
They make me mad,
Bury them in a landfill.

No different than our team,
Just colors of shirts.
But that's all a dream,
Cheering for them hurts.

But that all should know.
Each and every one.
One more is a foe,
For they screw up a ton.

Such a bad call.
Kill the ref.
He should work in the mall.
Get chopped up for a chef.

Are they blind?
Are they dumb?
He's lost his mind.
Fire that bum.

That was a great call.
That was the best.
The other team should fall.
After all, they are the guest.

Boooo! Such a bad call.
Are you that stupid?
Go be a Santa in the mall.
You aren't good enough to be Cupid.

Ever notice that? How only calls against "your" or "their" teams fall flat? If it is against the other guy than it is okay. Pffft humans are pathetic we say. The ref can't see it all and will make the final call. All the yelling crap hurts the cat's head. That is probably why we'd probably stay at home in bed. Let's yell at a guy doing his job and give him sass. Yeah, that is sooooo productive says my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.