An Ass Starts The Class!

Did you know my little rhyming ass was going there? I do every day with each final line to spare. Now I just started that way. Where is my rhyming ass going anyway? You shall see as we start the a to z. At least in our way with a new foray.

The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
1+0=1=A
Time for a new pass.
We have to haul ass.
Things may get out of whack.
Have to get done at our shack.

No need for ass kissing.
That can stay missing.
An ass chewing you say?
Nah, not into it at our bay.

Will I bust my ass?
I'll take another pass.
Can that even be done?
A busted ass sounds like no fun.

You're dragging your ass?
My, aren't you low class.
No tp left where you roam?
Hopefully you don't have carpets at home.

I pulled that out my ass.
Nah, it was just gas.
Why would I touch it?
Could be full of umm shit.

You got shot?
Oh, you shot the lot.
You shot them in the head?
How did popping a cap in their ass get put to bed?

It was done?
My, what fun.
You bet your ass?
Can taking it off come to pass?

A wild ass guess?
You sure are in a mess.
How many times does it get used?
It must really, really feel abused.

You need a kick in the ass?
Did you use the grass?
Nothing needs to get on my foot.
That would be way worse than soot.

You didn't scoff?
You're just laughing your ass off?
There you go again taking it off and on.
I don't give a rat's ass at my lawn.

Why would I give you a rat's ass? Why would any ass giving come to pass? Do you humans even think about what you say? Donkeys everywhere must be in disarray. Did you like thinking today? Did you get off your ass and comment away? No, you are still sitting while typing? Damn, your ass must be griping. Aren't I a pain in the ass like a singing bass? Nah, I'll stick with the tried and true little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.