I bet many thought something like X could stump the cat? At least those not familiar with my mat. When will you learn that I can always make one feel the rhyming burn? No matter the letter or thing the rhymes will fling. So Xylol takes the cake. Warning! Never use it in things that you bake.
Need to clean some parts,
With stuff not found in Walmarts?
Even works on tools,
That is metal you fools.
Did I stutter?
Keep your mind out of the gutter.
Yes, Brian I know that is hard to do,
But I'll pretend to believe in you.
Derived from coke ovens,
By the dozens.
Now Betsy don't go cook up a storm,
With these ovens rocks are the norm.
It's clear and colorless too,
So it'd be kind of hard to view.
There is a molar mass,
Damn! I better stop for that Jax lass.
Or she might think she has some disease,
And start to wheeze.
Or it might go to his head,
And Fred might drop dead.
What Xylol can do,
Is really mess with the comment crew.
Of course Fox would read,
All the directions and take heed.
Probably picking out a mistake or two,
In the grammar that came due.
At least he would know,
That in that air at each show.
It can be smelled at 0.08 to 3.7 parts per million.
Heck, let's make it a billion.
It does ring the harmful bell,
So don't go drinking any at your well.
Then you may become invisible at your shore,
And be lost forever more.
No beards or hair or mohawks or numb tongues to see,
But that damn penguin would still be free.
Flapping all about,
With his magic rainbow fart shout.
Thanks to the Irish raising his ego,
Should have made him a crow.
I believe Xylol has gone to my head,
I better pop a pill before I'm dead.
Or its flashpoint came due,
And makes the cat flash all of you.
Of course that wouldn't be so bad,
Better than that Pat lad.
So Xylol the weird and wacky has come to pass,
And I'll raise my tail for all of you as I walk away with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.