What Is The Perk If You Are Not At Work?

So you humans are supposed to whistle while you work. I don't know why that is such a perk. But the cat will pretend to comprehend your tiny minds and your rat race grinds. What happens if you can't whistle though? I guess that is a whole other show. Anyway, what are you supposed to do for the rest of the day?

Maybe hop on one foot?
Roll in some soot?
Spin around three times?
Try to make orange rhymes?

I guess there is tons,
To do when life runs,
Far away from work,
To make you and maybe others smirk.

You could roll a tire,
Set your pants on fire.
On or off,
Either way some may scoff.

Click your heels twice,
Forget the Toto vice.
Fling cat hair in the air.
Walk around bare.

I hear that is all the rage,
The cat told you that long ago at his page.
Play musical chairs,
Hop down some stairs.

Talk to the shadows on the wall.
Flush each toilet in the bathroom stall.
Go roll in the grass,
Or snow since winter has come to pass.

Although look bellow,
And avoid if it's yellow.
Instead join on in,
Go for the win.

Simply write out your name.
Of course that is more of a male game.
Balance a book on your head.
Look up and talk to the dead.

Watch the paint dry,
Still waiting on that from that Brian guy.
Suck back the booze,
And do a Tom Cruise.

Get your mind from the gutter,
And forgo the butter,
I meant Risky Business underwear,
Or jump on a couch with flair.

Play ball with your cat,
We'll take it and your bat.
Try to be a fly on the wall,
And have a great fall.

Giving Humpty Dumpty a run.
See, there is all kinds of fun.
You could even flip off the sun,
Or get slapped by a nun.

So for the rest of the time,
You now have a new chime.
Whistle while you work.
The rest of your life has a whole new perk.

Isn't that cat helpful today? I always am at my bay. Just giving plenty of things for you to do while you are not in your work's view. Of course if you can't whistle you can choose one of these as well. Although your co-workers might damn you to Hell. Even if you do whistle a tune like some loon. Who cares if they talk crass. I'll still wiggle my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.