A Stabbing We Will Go High And Low!

So the cat thinks Pat is nuts, he must have been around too many mutts. For a while now he gets stabbed on purpose at our sea. That is really strange to me. The last time I was stabbed I was snip snip and as you know that makes me run my lip.

Right out of some torture fable,
You stretch out on a big table.
Strip like a porn house,
Okay, something close.

Say where you ache,
They do a double take.
Then comes the fun,
With a stabbing run.

Leg hurts today.
Wham! Stabbed at your bay.
But not in the leg at all,
Your elbow gets the call.

Elbow for leg?
Round hole, square peg?
Damned if I know.
Away we go.

Neck has a fit,
So let's stab it.
Nope, not for that,
Bam! Got you flat.

Stabbed in the feet.
Isn't that neat?
No stomping for you.
Leg for neck? No clue.

Pain in the arm,
No need for alarm,
Stabbed in the arm,
On the needle farm.

Wait! What?
Arm doesn't equal butt?
Arm is arm you say?
Ummm err okay.

Then comes the back.
It's a full on attack.
Not one or two,
But ten come due.

Stabbed up and down,
All over back town.
Pin cushion resemblance anyone?
Isn't stabbing so fun?

Weird it may be getting stabbed at ones sea. But it actually works says Pat, so he becomes a pin cushion stat. Ever had acupuncture at your sea? Or for you is it too scary? I would rather go eat grass. You are not getting any needles near my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.