You May Get Bitter With All The Litter!

The cat was going to rip off those tabbies of trout towne with litter. But my OCD got rather bitter. I could not take pictures of the clumped pee. Instead I'll give them something they like more today at my sea.


 Birds are here,Birds are there.Birds are near.I bet they swear.
A penguin for luck.A hawk or two. A big billed duck.Birds now haunt you.
They come for your dinner.They crap on your head.Like some lottery spinner,Don't know which bird will be in your bed.
Oh, that could be taken wrong.That could be gutter.But we'll sing our song.You can spit and sputter.
Sing like a bird.Sing like a canary.Forget the windshield turd, That's just contrary.
And if you sing,You could be a rat.Doesn't have a nice ring,What's up with that?
A bird in a tree,A bird on the lawn.Birds come for free,From dusk to dawn.
Or maybe dawn to dusk.That beats me.The scent of musk,They don't let fly free.
Birds can chirp.Birds can sing.Humans like to burp,Summer through to spring.
Birds of a feather.Two birds with one stone.Do they still flock together,When one bird is alone?
Birds are everywhere. They are at every lair. I guess everywhere covered that. Like birds at your welcome mat? The tabbies whine about the birds and their turds. I guess they like fish in their dish. Betsy has birds a plenty come to pass. All we get is birds in the vent bothering my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.