I bet you never knew,
A kangaroo only liked one shoe.
That fountains were magic as well,
Take it away and things go to hell.
No, no words like that are spun,
For those are only used here for the cat's fun.
But many more things arise,
Like a crow with four eyes.
Yeah, it has double the head,
Must cause quite the re-tread.
At least they can chat,
Not needing another at their mat.
Did I mention the clown,
Who seems to forever frown?
He is a captain too,
So walking the plank might come due.
And since the cat can't draw,
Blame the claw on the paw,
Also Pat is even worse,
And would surely make you curse.
But the great Besercules came to the cat's aid,
Drawing and coloring each in their own shade.
Giving the cat's tale life,
With art that would never cause strife.
On with it already you say?
For today at my bay,
Comes the cat's first Children's book out there for display.
Dr. Seuss can once more kiss my caboose,
As the cat let's the rhyming hang loose.
And according to a certain Zombie Elf,
It should fly off the shelf.
Yeah, I know.
I'm plugging away at my show.
But it was called for by you.
And so The Swashbuckle Chuckle has come due.
There were many more behind the scenes as well that helped ring the cat's ego bell. These guys and girls just egged on first after some rhyming burst. Thanks to all of you as well and now I must tell to click the links above and see the early review love. Go ahead and take the lap for the cat is done with this nice crap. I need to go back to being crass and so once more the cat has stretched the skill of his little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.