So Many A Thief...Good Grief!

The cat would never do it. For it can stink a bit. Plus the germs that may come. Would sure curl the OCD of my rhyming bum. Or would that be tail? Bah, either or isn't a fail.

That is so pretty.
So let's do a ditty.
A ditty on pretty.
Sound like an old bitty.

Can there be a young bitty?
No? Is that a pity?
Maybe a bitty in the city.
Right, stop being witty.

A witty kitty in the city owned by a bitty.
My, aren't I quite the kitty.
Pat may take offense to that.
But bah, I'm a lying cat.

Wasn't the title grand?
It made you stand.
You gave a hand.
No? Bah, have some used sand.

What is that smell?
Been there where we dwell.
No need for a repeat.
The smell wasn't sweet.

It wasn't sweat.
It came from a pet.
So take a guess.
We won't confess.

Can you guess?
Life's a mess?
Boy, poor you.
Can't even achoo.

And why not?
It's a plot.
A plot by a tot.
Hey, they do it a lot.

Or so you say.
I killed many today.
Actually it was you.
You and a loose screw.

For I took it away.
That breath wouldn't stay.
A witty kitty in the city owned by a bitty.
Did it again, what a pity.

Do you humans think? Yeah, something may stink. Yeah, something may be cute or whatever else you want to call it. But is it such a hit? Can it really take your breath away? May need an epipen if so at your bay. At least some Benadryl. For that can't be run of the mill. Take your breath away? So you died this day in May? Damn, I won't get any comments tomorrow. Oh what sorrow. Did anything take your breath away? Got too close to a vacuum cleaner at your bay? Those things are scary when they take their pass. I knew it was a vacuum cleaner conspiracy against my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.