Doesn't Hurt So Flirt!

The cat will ask a lot today. Is that any different that any other day at my bay? Asking questions already. They may sure come steady. Some may even run. I could really tick off a nun. But it doesn't hurt. So let's flirt.

No need for a mask.
Just go to the task.
Put away the flask,
For it doesn't hurt to ask.

Walk up on the street.
Talking is ever so neat.
All will find you sweet.
You won't be left in defeat.

Give your skill a flex.
Wanna have sex?
When's the last time you did?
Do you both want to bid?

Care to ride my bike?
Do you want to take a hike?
Wow, how'd you get so fat?
Why do you smell like scat?

What died in your hair?
Do you care if I stare?
How'd you get such big feet?
Do you think small things are neat?

Do you always sweat so much?
Can I reach out and touch?
Your kid is ugly, right?
Do you take it out in the daylight?

Is it okay if I hump your leg?
Want to get stuffed in my keg?
Can my dog hump your leg?
Do you enjoy how I beg?

Can I eat your nose?
Did I sink to new lows?
Is going low fun?
Why aren't you a nun?

What is that for?
Why can't I have an encore?
I want to ask more.
Don't slam the door.

It was just a task.
Don't throw your flask.
I may now need a mask.
I guess it hurts to ask.

Still think it doesn't hurt to ask? In the sun you won't bask. Unless your dead body lies in a field or you have a mighty sturdy shield. The cat just proved another saying wrong. Want to play along? Go out and try. You may only get a black eye. Or you may lose one or two. Blind would suck at your zoo. So don't go asking anything in mass as it may hurt you more than my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.