The View Isn't Always True!

Ever think at your rink about a different way of ones display, sometimes an ass is an ass as away they pass, but sometimes not. There could be a whole other plot.

Away they fly,
You curse the guy,
Or the girl,
Driving like they are trying to curl.

But you never know,
Maybe a baby is about to show.
Would no want it to drop,
In the car with a plop.

Could have to get home,
For a fire is starting to roam.
Or could just have to go,
Been there at our show.

Except the cat sorta went,
Making Pat vent.
And crack a window or three,
Even got some on poor Cassie.

Someone is running away,
Could be getting exercise at their bay.
Or could be late,
For a very important date.

That is just habit,
I hate quoting that rabbit.
Catch on there,
As you sit and stare?

If not that is okay,
You are not in the know at your bay.
Or maybe just tired.
See what happens when a new view is hired?

Like a stinky drunk,
Who gives your nose a funk.
Maybe the drunk was out to lunch,
And met up with a bunch.

Or maybe just a cheap drunk,
Or was celebrating a slamdunk.
Just never truly know,
Unless of course some show and tell is giving a go.

But then as said,
Sometimes things need not be read,
And an ass is an ass,
As away they pass.

Went there as I was thinking the other day at my lair as an ass passed me squirming by like a flea. But never fear for the words he couldn't hear so I simply let the finger go up and linger. Hey, I said things could come to pass doesn't mean the new view still can't piss off my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.