Want A Treat? Maybe Not After Seeing These Feet!

So you must all blame Betsy for this little bit of bliss, as today it is feet galore at my shore. Or it was tried at least on each furry beast. But sadly they ran away or put on another display. So we shall see what comes of the feet at bush number three.

Neat Feet

What will occur,
Certainly not a purr,
When feet of a cat,
Get primped at our mat?

Will they look pretty,
To go out on the city?
Or will they look yuck,
Making them go what the duck.

I think you have your answer from the cat.
For he was so embarrassed at our mat.
That he went and got the tp,
Then wouldn't even look at me.

He had to cover himself from head to toe,
So no one could see each toe glow.
I guess the hot pink did not do,
Maybe I should have went with blue.

Miss Priss did not like her job at all,
She went and had a hairball.
At least she did it in the grass,
It was quite the mass.

Then she wiped her paws on the bed,
Until they were no longer pretty red.
I guess maybe for her too,
I should have tried blue.

And then there was Pat,
Who was pinned down by the cat.
But it seems his feet were already done,
As he gave numbers a run.

Pat needs to count at work,
And I guess this is a perk.
Must be stinky though,
When he takes off the shoes and socks letting his feet show.

Would that be a no no to do at work?
Sure gives the cat a smirk.
And so alas there is only one,
That we had left to give run.

That is right.
The cat gives you a fright.
With the return of zombie feet.
Now do you want that treat?

I'm sure it would be yum,
And nasty as you stare and the some.
No? You don't want a treat?
How about some pretty zombie feet?

And so you have now been treated to the feet,
Thanks to Betsy's feet meet and greet.
But there is one fast cure all,
That I will give you free of charge at my hall.

Go and get a pair of these,
And your feet won't freeze.
Also they will always look grand,
As you walk about the land.

Did you like all the feet?
Weren't they neat?
Those zombie feet really should impress each lass,
Unlike the feet of Pat, Miss Priss or my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.