No Longer Fret When You Reach Out To Pet!
A while back it was mentioned about things not to pet. Some of them you know, I bet. But others maybe not. So the idea needed to be given the old rhyming hot to trot. Of course the cat strayed away from the really obscene. Have to keep it sorta clean.
The obvious is here,Unless you want to lose an ear.Then pet away.But you won't have a very nice day.
Don't pet the dynamite,Or in one quick flash of light,You may be spread on the wall,And go bouncing down the hall.
If this comes into your view,Don't pet it at any zoo.If you really must I guess,You can go ahead and press.
As creepy as can be.But don't pet to see if it is real at your sea.Then the eyes may pop out.That's enough to make you shout.
Even if something died there.Don't pet it at your lair.Might get fleas,That bite your knees.
Don't pet the little guys.For even in a santa disguise,They will attack you,Turning you black and blue.
Don't pet the cray old man.For he will surely become your fan.Then follow you home.Now you'll have a peeping lawn gnome.
May look nice,But surely think twice.For you may begin to sneeze,Coming away with some disease.
It isn't really a mutt.So don't go petting at your hut.Unless you want a good lick.Then you might think it rather slick.
And never ever pet the blubber gut.You'll get cracked like a nut.And lose your face,From its blubber embrace.
Now wasn't that a scare? At least a few at my lair. So the cat made sure you knew, what not to pet should they come into your view. Of course if it is your thing to lick people and such, you may pet a bit too much. See not too crass, like showing a bare naked picture of my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, havea fling.

The obvious is here,Unless you want to lose an ear.Then pet away.But you won't have a very nice day.

Don't pet the dynamite,Or in one quick flash of light,You may be spread on the wall,And go bouncing down the hall.

If this comes into your view,Don't pet it at any zoo.If you really must I guess,You can go ahead and press.

As creepy as can be.But don't pet to see if it is real at your sea.Then the eyes may pop out.That's enough to make you shout.

Even if something died there.Don't pet it at your lair.Might get fleas,That bite your knees.

Don't pet the little guys.For even in a santa disguise,They will attack you,Turning you black and blue.

Don't pet the cray old man.For he will surely become your fan.Then follow you home.Now you'll have a peeping lawn gnome.

May look nice,But surely think twice.For you may begin to sneeze,Coming away with some disease.

It isn't really a mutt.So don't go petting at your hut.Unless you want a good lick.Then you might think it rather slick.

And never ever pet the blubber gut.You'll get cracked like a nut.And lose your face,From its blubber embrace.
Now wasn't that a scare? At least a few at my lair. So the cat made sure you knew, what not to pet should they come into your view. Of course if it is your thing to lick people and such, you may pet a bit too much. See not too crass, like showing a bare naked picture of my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, havea fling.
Published on May 15, 2013 03:00
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