Up And Down With Your Gown!

There seems to be sides. They go with the tides. The cat finds those have a giant litter box. You may want to wear shoes and socks. Never know what could be buried there. Okay, we are done with the PSA at our lair.

Up and down.
Down and up.
Out on the town.
A half empty cup.

The town is small.
The town isn't large.
Give him a call.
The bartender in charge.

One may know.
One may not.
That's so and so.
They stopped a plot.

Could be a trigger.
Could be a point.
May need a re-jigger.
May need a new joint.

Could find it funny.
Could find it lame.
Could be right on the money.
That really isn't tame.

Or so they say.
They said to me.
Those that eat hay.
A glee for free.

Back on track.
Or maybe not.
Who needs to go back?
That may not be hot.

Hot or cold.
A game well played.
Go and grab a hold.
Watch out for the Raid.

Never know what flows.
That's how it is done.
In the idea grows.
Out it is run.

For some it is down.
For some it is up.
Sides of all in town.
Maybe even a pup.

Don't you love the downsides and upsides to everything? Do they make your heart sing? Do they hurt your head? Downside to the downsides and upsides if that is led. See? Even they have them too. Aren't they fun to use at one's zoo? You can go any which way from gold to brass. At least one is germ free for my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.