Stuck! What The Duck?

What the heck is this? Where is the rhyming bliss? Pat is at it again. I hate when he goes off course at our den. He then makes me show this stuff. Well I'm going to moon him for such fluff.

Stuck you say,
There at your bay?
Was it the superglue,
Or something more ewww?

Maybe some duct tape?
Grabbed by an ape?
Superman's cape?
Ate a bad grape?

That could make Betsy mad.
If it was one with a face looking glad.
She has a thing for face food.
Eat one and she may give attitude.

Stuck and out of luck.
I just say what the duck.
Go hop a truck.
But don't get covered in muck.

That would not be good for my OCD.
Okay, okay, I'll let them see.
Pat is such a pain in the rump.
I hope a dog gives his leg a hump.

Scratch that,
It may smell the cat.
Now on with the non rhyming show.
But there is one there just so you know.

So what do you think of that? I know, not as good as the cat. But Pat tried to stretch his skill and the cat thinks he went way off course at our hill. Although I will admit a nice tune came to pass. Yet nowhere near as good as the one featuring my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.