Still Insecure You Say? I'll Make That Go Away!

So the cat has a sure fire way to cure any insecurity you have today, unless you are very very old like Manzi though, and in diapers, unlike Manzi, at your show. If that is the case stop now, your diaper rash may get offended by today's meow. Then what do I care? Read away at my lair.


Raise your head high.Look to the sky.No insecurity is had.Just be nice and glad.
What? Still mad?Still oh so sad?Still in a rut?I bring you a butt!
A tummy hanging over.The love of every rover.Then wings of a gnat.Did I mention the fat?
Even if just maybe,The fat is baby,Fat is fat.Let's move on from that.
Droppings that slide,Creating an incoming tide,But brown and not blue.Bigger than pigeon dropping too.
A rash that will itch,Like one rolled in a ditch,And caught some nasty disease.Also a smell with the breeze.
Are you getting me?Now be happy.Still not there?One more thing at my lair.
That isn't rain.Not fuel from a plane.Remember the rule of yellow,Don't let it touch you bright or mellow.
See, poof, insecurity gone,All thanks to my lawn.What it is still there?Sigh, fine I'll spell it out so you are aware.
As insecure as you may be,At least you aren't something else at your sea.Like a fluttering ancient child,With a diaper that never gets changed, extra fat, an ass rash, creating rain, creating slimy snow and running wild.
See, now you are no longer insecure. Doesn't that just have such an allure? Cupid must be a tough gig indeed. Always on the go even when a loo is in need. At least you aren't that. Now no need to be insecure about any other scat. If you find that coming to pass, watch out for a bombshell mass. You have been warned class by my ever so secure little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.