My Eyes, My Eyes, I Don't Want The Booby Prize!

So the other day, yes day, not night at my bay, we were going about the floor as I was pestering Cassie and Pat at our shore. Then I was through and a nap had to come due. I so wish I had stayed on the couch and never noticed Cassie's wagging tail as she peered out the window in a crouch.

There I was about to have a snooze,
When Cassie ducked down like she had gotten in the booze.
She gave a little growl,
So once more I went on the prowl.

I climbed the cat tower,
Being my usual meower.
I talk no matter where I go,
That you should already know.

So I grabbed the curtain and pulled it back,
Trying to find what caused Cassie's growling attack.
A car? A bird?
She wouldn't say a word.

She just gave another growl,
That is when I heard a howl.
My ears perked up,
And my eyes expected to see a yappy pup.

Oh how I wished for dog drool,
Even the rear end of a mule.
Instead I got a blinding sight,
Something that shouldn't be seen even in the night.

A bare naked ass,
And all the other features of a human lass.
What is wrong with that you say?
Even if I am snip snip at my bay?

The car I mentioned before,
Would probably have an easier time fitting through the door.
My head began to bob,
I could not believe the sight of such a blob.

If she didn't move around,
You'd think nothing in the window was found.
Yeah she took up that much space.
She could run her own three legged race.

And as I stared at this wall,
I can tell you no nude sun bathing was done at her hall.
So much junk in that trunk,
That she'd scare gay a monk.

Now my eyes are forever burned,
And one thing I sure have learned.
Cassie is a pervert,
And that lass would need extra large sheets if she was ever to convert.

One for each bun,
As she could block out the sun.
Cause an earthquake if she tried to run,
Alright, now I am done.

You want to be the size of a house or the size of a mouse, fine by me as it is your choice at your sea. But for the love of God, pulls the curtains so no one can see that thing you call a bod. Such is the life of crummy apartment dwelling. I hope I didn't scar you with my retelling. Maybe next time I'll get a picture of the lass so all can live in the misery that has come to pass for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.