How Low You Sink When You Drink!

So for I the cat figured he would do something he has not in a while at his zoo. Make fun of all of you? Bah, I do that more often than not so that is untrue. We will go the Irish way as for I it is another Irish Drinking Song on display.

Ohhhh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
First comes a lurker who's top of the pack,
Can be a real tear jerker if Brian sets Hank back.
But then you get not one or two or three,
Brian goes on a comment run, drunk with glee.
Then comes a poke from a strange rock.
I hope she doesn't choke on a dirty sock.
Manzanita brings forth a rhyme that can be as random as can be,
Magic potion isn't a crime but it might make you pee.

Ohhhh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Hank returns once again after regaining his composure,
Being down below ten must feel like a foreclosure.
Then comes a Candida Journey that at first glance,
Might sound like a tourney of drunks doing the chicken dance.
I can't be Optimistic at all as an Existentialist graces my hall.
For with a name so long and tall, I bet he doesn't miss last call.
That was a Slamdunk at least for the cat,
With some junk in your trunk you may look like a rat.

Ohhhh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Adam gives a fact then talks in Japanese,
I wonder if he can do such an act when he has to sneeze?
Betsy and her flock of cats surround as a rhyme is sung.
But she is less profound and maybe sounds drunk with a numb tongue.
Auntie sezzzzzzzzzzzz must really need a good nap.
Or it's a tease and she uses z instead of x to avoid a bad rap.
Just Keepin It Real, Folks is a mouth full to say,
But just light up some smokes and watch her camel toe on display.

Ohhhh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
I hear you have in your hand some mail4rosey.
Put it on the night stand and if it's good things may get cozy.
Sherry rhymes with scary, but you already knew that.
Still with a blubber duck lip as red as berry, she could even scare a nat.
da tabbies o trout towne may leave you a turd,
For such a crown, just mention a dreadful burd.
Susan Kane comes and joins in for a little toast.
I hear if you drop some coins she'll perform a weenie roast.

Ohhhh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Theresa comes with an admission to one and all,
She cleans everything into submission letting loose her freak call.
Waffles finally makes it around giving the cat a little diddy,
It seems he heard a tweeting sound that made him quite giddy.
Brian the cat comes wearing his usual hat,
He should use that to counter surf at his mat.
A pal named Al gets off his sidewalk loo and comes for a view.
I bet you had no clue he has to wait until July before coming at his zoo.

Ohhhh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
A golden eagle lands on a nearby perch,
I hear she's not so regal doing things with a feather that got her kicked out of church.
Claudia comes with her sax and blows a tune,
If you pay a dVerse tax she may really make you swoon.
Fred said he read a dead bed can hurt the head.
I think something he was fed had a ton of led.
Anne swings on by and gives a night chime,
I feel dirty with such a cry knowing its time for adult time.
And last and maybe least comes a one eyed beast,
Who was sited by a priest for her whine as into the wilderness she was released.

Oh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Oh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-diiii-deeee-diiii-deeee-diiiiiii!

The cat sure had fun giving that a run. Even though he may have gotten a tad dirty if not a little flirty. But hey, I just repeated what was said by all of you at your or my zoo. Made some stuff up too. Sadly not about Al and his sidewalk loo. Now the Irish in me has come to pass as some may curse my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.
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