A Trapper For The Crapper?

Another rip off at my sea. She has a big name that may confuse thee. Manzanita sure could scare. Maybe it is that glare? It sure beats the cat but I'm sure there is something else to that.

Scary thoughts.
Can bring lots.
Here and there,
Without a care.

Or maybe with a care?
I'm not that aware.
At least I'll pretend,
With no need to amend.

That come with age?
Ask the bird cage.
Oh right I ate those.
Such crazy woes.

I went to the crapper,
After being a trapper.
A bird in a cage is a trap,
Right into my yap.

There they were,
Hanging off my fur.
They were given to me,
But little old thee.

Humans have more,
But they just ignore.
One thousand or two,
You've got a few.

They have their fill,
And live on your will.
Yummy, they say,
Come what may.

Feed and feed.
Those in need?
I guess that works,
As you feed the jerks.

The cat was warned by her,
They sure don't make you purr.
There they show like rice.
But no need to think twice.

Worms are in my rear.
Worms are coming near.
In the litter box they peer.
Those things can really leer.

At least you humans can flush yours away and pretend you don't have any at your bay. Guess what though? You do. But that I've already told you. No birds were harmed in the making of this rhyme. Thankfully it has been a while since worms dropped a dime. Then Pat has to clean the whole litter, that can make him bitter. So make them come out each lad and lass. The ten cents worth from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.