And Yet Another One To Put In A Bun!

So they can't beat the cat, I meow and swat and they all scat, which means they try and add more to their crew. They will never beat me even if they have a whole zoo.


The cat goes to the other sea,And you can tell I'm not happy. Put there is room to run,And swatting the other cats can be fun.

See, they know to stay away.I rule even their bay.That puffball has nothing on me.It is one big hairball kitty.

They are everywhere.Cassie is nicer at their lair.I'd swat that one too.Yep, even if sleeping, it is true.

Their army gets their tummy full,But they still have no pull.I jump out and they scatter.Hey, saves them from getting fatter.

And you remember the hot dog.He also travels through that bog.But his tail is so fun to chew.I can chase him away too.

And then there is the huge mutt.She always wants to sniff my butt.I don't like that one bit.On her I should take a big umm spit.

See, can't even rest.They are such a pest.One tries, then the other.Glad it isn't my brother.

They stampede my gate.But out is still their fate.They won't get into my room.Cassie will surely cause them doom.

And here is the next hot dog.Why don't they get a frog?Technically it will be a cousin though.So won't always be there when to the other sea I go.
 
But this is the end.Their army can't buck my trend.All dogs and cats there but Cass,Can kiss my little rhyming ass.
Now the cat has to deal with ten cats and three dogs when there, at least sometimes at the other lair. Thankfully they will all run away, except the big mutt on display. But Cassie takes care of her, as she puffs up her fur. I take care of the other eleven when we trespass. Those are fine odds for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.