What Is It You Do At Your Zoo?

The other day, actually when this runs it will be a while ago at my bay, the cat was asked what he did. To which he just blinked an eyelid. I guess they wanted to know the experience so I let it flow.

I rhyme off my rear.
But I usually say ass, dear.
I hop here and there,
Visiting many a lair.

I travel the Earth,
Seeing things of worth.
Some not so much.
Some things I'd never touch.

I do videos too.
A couple of light hearted fools in view.
Plus things involving ass,
Like sand, a puppet and mini me come to pass.

Write some more and then some more,
Here at my crazy shore.
Fend off old one eyes.
Maybe even kill some flies.

Entertain the kiddos too,
With a book or twenty at my zoo.
Some even star little old me,
I'm as grand as can be.

What? You tweet at your hut?
To 100 people in a rut?
Wow, my 62,000 look insane,
Compared to your slow poke lane.

Did you give me the stink eye?
You asked there umm guy.
I'll even rhyme about this.
A post you might not want to miss.

See, I told you so.
Did you see it at my show?
Don't be afraid,
Numb Tongue is the one with Raid.

Did I mention such people hang around?
A gawker is even found.
Along with a ninja wannabe,
And a halloween nazi at my sea.

Why are you backing away?
You don't like what I say?
How rude are you?
Did I mention I host Whoopdi Friggin Doo?

That is one way to scare them from my bay. Won't ask that question once again near my den. I suppose it can confuse as old one eye I abuse. Did they expect me to just say I eat grass? Better things to do with my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.