On The Run By The Ton!

The cat was out and about the other day, yeah we did the out and about foray, but I still use it anyway. On with the show, okay? Out we were and then it came. Some human nut ran into human nut with what's his name.

Dash and dine.
That isn't fine.
But fine for me
I eat and flee.

Down the hall.
Up the wall.
Up my tower.
I have the power.

The power to climb.
The power to rhyme.
No power to stop.
That may be a flop.

Like that vase.
Shouldn't have a maze.
Like those plates.
They had bad dates.

Like those flowers.
Bah, they'll be dead in hours.
Like those picture frames.
Bah, you know their names.

You scream and yell.
What the hell?
Then you say.
You did it today.

I ran into him.
Are you dim?
I ran into her?
You don't have fur.

Now it's okay.
Do you play?
Like the bump ugly way?
Don't want to know, okay?

But run you do.
Me you shoo.
I run into stuff.
You get in a huff.

You run into others,
From strangers to mothers.
And that is just fine?
Time to dash and dine.

Run into anyone lately at your sea? Were you running and did you hit them like I swat a flea? No? Then how does that go? Walking close by? I walked close by to someone under the sky. Should you give that a try? Too wordy on the fly? More brains in the singing bass. Watch out, you may get ran into by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.