Shining Through The Crack At My Shack!

Why do people say such things at their wings? Don't they comprehend what they say? You humans are a strange bunch I will say. For with all your sayings and such you can surely confuse much.

Up at the butt crack of dawn.
Is this some kind of con?
I see no crack in the sky,
Although pigeon shit does fly.

Are you telling me that is one big crack,
From above on the attack?
Or are you really saying,
With your sun praying,

That all women named Dawn,
Even if living with Tron,
Get up the same time as you,
And have their butt crack in view?

That could  be a perk,
And make one smirk.
Unless of course its the size of a house,
Then you'd go blind no matter how close.

Or is something up literally the butt crack of Dawn?
Does she have worms from the lawn?
Maybe a grass stain or two?
And who the heck is there to view?

I guess that left you all cracked up?
Did your cheeks move as you spit in your coffee cup?
I hope you don't cackle,
Then your voice may crackle.

Could step on a crack,
And break your back.
That is quite the load.
Don't know if one can even crack this code.

Maybe one needs to crackdown,
On such sayings in human town.
And whack some upside the head,
For ever getting out of bed.

Then they'd never see the  butt crack of dawn,
And wouldn't be the sayings pawn.
Leaving the cat having a nice day,
And not having to think of the sun's butt crack at his bay.

Or maybe it will slip through the cracks,
And keep being said at shacks.
Forever going on their attacks,
Looking at Dawn's butt crack in packs.

All from one little saying came what is displaying. My, what the cat can do here at his zoo. But it is true, makes no sense as the sun has no gazoo. But I guess not much does with you humans anyway at any time of the day. Next the moon will have gas worse than my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.