This dVerse Has Been Found To Go Round and Round!

I have the dreaded song stuck in my head thanks to passing a kid singing it out loud, oh the dread. You know the damn bus and that round and round fuss. I'd like to kill the thing so I could get rid of its not so dVerse ring. What the hell else are wheels supposed to do? Go up and down and bi-lateral too? I guess the cat will just go with it for this dVerse fit. Or take out my anger with some Beer Guys maybe winning a headless prize.

Like I'm being chased by a hound,
As I hum this round and round.
But I will end my pain,
As I find another round and round lane.

Some weasel and monkey,
Go around something funky.
Money makes the world go round,
At least by those thinking they are profound.

Could hop a horse,
And go round and round a course.
Being all nice and merry,
Maybe even pluck a berry.

They are round too,
And will roll until you chew.
Or the dreaded ferris wheel,
Could fall out for real.

Maybe get picked up by a UFO,
That would sure be a bad way to go.
Be like a washer and dryer in one,
Ever try stuffing a human into one and making it run?

Pat, says it is fun,
But he didn't quite get it done.
Instead had to spin a top,
Or a quarter until it went plop.

Would say loonie,
But then I'd neglect the toonie.
There is also the clock,
That is such a shock.

At least with a hickory dickory mouse,
That needs to leave my house.
For it will make my belly round,
As I chow it down making a crunching sound.

Of course all wheels do to,
I guess a dumptruck is too big to view.
Or it could hold too much ground.
So stuck with the bus being found.

Need to get away from that,
To free the mind of the cat.
As around that goes,
Curling up my toes.

A moat goes around,
And trout my be found.
Plus keep the bad guys out,
Making them pout.

Some germs fly about too,
They are just eww.
A stench lingers,
Can also twirl your fingers.

And do a little ditty,
Acting crazy and not witty.
Of course there are political debates,
And the same yearly dates.

Plus months and all that crap,
Also the seasons take a lap.
Smashing a printer once more,
When winter brings an encore.

But let's not go there,
As that is over at my lair.
Pringle cans do too,
Even when filled with cat poo.

No longer is the song found,
As I blocked out the sound.
So I will get profound,
And just say to remember what goes around comes around.

Aren't you glad you hanged around? Like a hound. Or maybe a silly goose wanting to be a moose. Or that duck who swears all the time with his what the puck. Either way what's found was lost and at a nice cost. For the song is gone and I can resume rhyming at my lawn. Plus passing some gas and that too goes around inside my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.