With Each Claim I Take No Blame!

You know Pat blames me for a lot of things as I run about our wings. That makes it sound like we have a big place. Nope, averaged size apartment we embrace. But anyway he keeps blaming me and we can't take the fifth at our Canadian sea.

Look at all the litter on the floor.
It goes right out to the door.
Don't go looking at me.
I blame that one on Cassie.

There was a huge bang,
And maybe a bit of a clang.
You found glass on the floor?
It was a magic elf wanting to explore.

You almost stepped in goo?
Are you telling me a hairball came due?
Those birds just spit them through the window.
I think you would call those kind a crow.

That cord is chewed a bit?
I did not do it.
It was that shadow on the wall.
Did you not see it running down the hall?

There is water all over the floor?
My, fish sure like to explore.
They have to take water with them you know.
Or else they would dry up and shrivel like a zombie toe.

There are holes in the shower curtain?
I told you that you should not be flirtin.
That is not good for you,
For things may turn blue.

The mat is upside down?
Why are you looking at me with a frown?
It just wants to get the dirt off of it.
So it twirled around a bit.

The curtain rod looks a little bent?
That was some guy trying to pitch a tent.
He snuck in when you were at work.
He had a real evil smirk.

You hear meows in the night?
Boy, that must be a fright.
I bet it is those neighbors next door.
They sure like to umm explore.

There is cat hair on the couch?
Okay, just so you will not be a grouch.
I will admit to that.
But what do you expect from a cat?

Geez, Pat blames me for everything around here. I bet he would even blame me if someone scratched his ear. He really just has no class, always trying to blame my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.