Time To Hit The Trail, Just Watch Out For The Third Rail!

So with gas, as always, high the cat thought he would help out under his sky. I mean now people go to and fro as they leave their show. All have to enjoy the sun so away they run. But no need to run, screw that exercise a ton. Hmmm won't go there, but sure some are aware. No need to drive, for the cat has much better things to use at your hive.

Stick your feet in a water case,
Then get ready for a cold embrace.
Put the case with your feet still inside,
In the freezer and away you'll glide.

Feet frozen in ice.
At a cheap price.
You can slide all the way to the store,
Or out and about to explore.

Can take your wheely chair,
And bring it out side of your lair.
Sit in it and push yourself out in front of a car,
You may get dead or go far.

Odds are 50/50 I suppose.
Be sure you bring in your fingers and toes.
No limbs should be harmed,
But if you die you won't be alarmed.

Get a big fan blade,
So big it will never fade,
And tape it to your head,
That is what I said.

Use duct tape too.
Then add a power pack to you.
And plug it in,
Away you'll fly for the win.

Want to go to the park?
You like hearing the dogs bark?
While step in cement at your sea,
Some that is drying preferably.

Cover yourself from head to toe,
And then away you will go.
You are now a statue in the park.
Don't frown, at least you'll have left your mark.

Could even ride a snake,
If they don't make you shake.
They slither along with glee,
Hissing at everyone they see.

No one will mess with your anaconda.
Doesn't that sound better than a Honda?
Oh what thoughts could come to mind,
As you go down that gutter grind.

And there we go, hope I have helped out at my show. Now you can travel the map and hopefully not catch the clap. Or bed bugs too. Those are just ewww. At least either way when you go from bay to bay, you can now save gas. All thanks to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.