That's right! On Christmas Eve night we got a new pet at bush number three. It is quite the sight to see. For I have my spots, Miss Priss is oh so prissy with no knots and this thing has stripes. It also seems to cover pipes.
My Auntie seemed to go back to the Savannah where my descendants are from and got another pet to play with my little rhyming bum. It was a Zebra that joined our crew. Yeah, I guess they are fine pets. Who knew? There are three species of Zebra's as well. I think ours is of the Grevy's type I must tell. As they supposedly are the ones that more closely resemble an ass. That's a donkey for those wanting to speak less crass.
It came with some fine tricks. I guess it can grow if something attractive is thrown into the mix. It can make Zebra sounds on command. If one is long enough it can even shake your hand. Don't get too close though. It may go on the offensive and grow. Then it could poke you in the eye. But get it going and sooner or later it may not be so high. Unless it popped a pill, then you might be in for a four hour thrill. Get my innuendo yet? If not, in a second you will I bet.
Don't you just want to pet it? LOL Told you for some it might not be a hit.
So Auntie sent that as payback for the previous years gifts from the cat. Unfortunately it is too big for me so I gave it to Pat. That string in the back must surely ride. That could really cramp his stride. Plus I took a swing at it too. He was glad he had pants on between me and you. I guess whacking what is under there would hurt a bit, as I try to go give that Zebra thing a hit.
Whacking as a bad use of words too. I better stop before things turn blue. Strat! There I go once again, bringing up the plights of men. What? You want to pet it lass? Hmmm I think I started something bad today with my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.