Strange At Our Range!
Don't take much stalk in that number crap, as anything can be found if you look hard at such a gap. But still find it strange, how each birthday at our range is on the number 24. I guess we were all destined for the same shore. So now it is Pat's turn and with all the money I earn. I have to get him something new at our zoo. And doing this one day ahead because tomorrow I am going to cause your eyes to pop from your head. If you can keep up and have enough coffee in your cup.
Maybe I'll go in a pringle can.
Of that he will be a fan.
Not having to scoop the poop,
Won't throw his nose for a loop.
I'll chew a wire,
And catch the strat hole apartment on fire.
Then a big insurance check will come due,
And we can get a brand new zoo.
I will flick some food across the floor,
Right to where he sleeps at our shore.
Cat food in bed,
Hmmm might cause him dread.
I'll lick the sink clean,
Here at our scene.
No germs what so ever,
Boy, am I clever.
I'll go eat anything with the word fat,
To save poor old Pat.
Wouldn't want him to become humpty dumpty,
Then only I'd be a bit umm plumpty.
I'll actually type on my own,
It may have a strange tone.
fhhgjj g gfffhs daf agd is all I can muster.
Damn, spell check sure hates that cluster.
I'll meow right in his ear,
Good and clear.
That will get any ear wax to come loose.
Then he can have hearing better than a goose.
I'll dance in front of the tv,
That will be some kind of reality.
Beats anything old one eye would view,
Like that crap Honey Boo Boo.
I'll help him with his balance too,
Running beneath his feet at our zoo.
If he doesn't trip,
I'll save him from throwing out a hip.
Hmmm or maybe I'll let him sleep,
And won't go in and leap,
Right on his head.
Bah forget all I said.
What is that? I'm a cheap cat? I said I would spend all the money I made. None is what the cat is paid. So a bit constrained at my sea. I have to show my creativity. But I'm sure for his birthday tomorrow I'll give him a thrill or make him feel ill. For the strat has to pass from my always giving little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Maybe I'll go in a pringle can.
Of that he will be a fan.
Not having to scoop the poop,
Won't throw his nose for a loop.
I'll chew a wire,
And catch the strat hole apartment on fire.
Then a big insurance check will come due,
And we can get a brand new zoo.
I will flick some food across the floor,
Right to where he sleeps at our shore.
Cat food in bed,
Hmmm might cause him dread.
I'll lick the sink clean,
Here at our scene.
No germs what so ever,
Boy, am I clever.
I'll go eat anything with the word fat,
To save poor old Pat.
Wouldn't want him to become humpty dumpty,
Then only I'd be a bit umm plumpty.
I'll actually type on my own,
It may have a strange tone.
fhhgjj g gfffhs daf agd is all I can muster.
Damn, spell check sure hates that cluster.
I'll meow right in his ear,
Good and clear.
That will get any ear wax to come loose.
Then he can have hearing better than a goose.
I'll dance in front of the tv,
That will be some kind of reality.
Beats anything old one eye would view,
Like that crap Honey Boo Boo.
I'll help him with his balance too,
Running beneath his feet at our zoo.
If he doesn't trip,
I'll save him from throwing out a hip.
Hmmm or maybe I'll let him sleep,
And won't go in and leap,
Right on his head.
Bah forget all I said.
What is that? I'm a cheap cat? I said I would spend all the money I made. None is what the cat is paid. So a bit constrained at my sea. I have to show my creativity. But I'm sure for his birthday tomorrow I'll give him a thrill or make him feel ill. For the strat has to pass from my always giving little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Published on March 23, 2013 03:00
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