A Searching We Go High Or Just Low!

The cat doesn't need to do this as I just give a hiss. That usually seems to work. It can so be a perk. The life of a cat. Who's to blame for that?

That wasn't me.
It costs a fee?
It really wasn't me.
Go bug that tree.

It was that squirrel.
See how he did a whirl?
The squirrel in the tree.
I swear that it wasn't me.

It was that bird.
He didn't say a word.
He flew from the squirrel.
See how those wings curl?

It was not me.
I'm truly telling thee.
It was that dog.
The one that ate the bird's brown log.

No! Look at that.
The dog chased the cat.
It was that cat.
He chewed no fat.

See? He's up on a ledge.
He's as whelmed as that hedge.
His human just took him in.
It was her that committed this sin.

Don't look at me.
It was not me, can't you see?
It was her child.
She let him run wild.

Wait. It was his friend.
Now no need to amend.
For his friend is the Girl Scout Leader's daughter.
Oh look, she's likes Harry Potter.

It was the author of that.
She caused this scat.
It was all her doing.
I think they call it kangarooing.

I swear that's the truth.
I'm the greatest sleuth.
It was never that tree.
Just like it wasn't me.

Do you like to shift blame? Do you get that lame? Like nonsense land type blame? Blaming someone who doesn't even know your name? The cat would roll his eyes if so. We'll stick to avoiding the blame game at our show. But if you want blame to come to pass then you can blame today's post on my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.