Elsie Needs To Be Told After Making Pat and Blabber Go For The Gold!

So back somewhere along the way Elsie decided to tell Pat and Blabber how she went down a golden well. I'm not sure how she did it though for while at the NY show Pat and Blabber tried to give it a go. That is right! All the way to NY to piss in a golden loo at Trump Towers to our delight. But they would not let us in to go in their golden bin. All the fancy guards would have tossed us yards. Of course we got laughed at by everyone we told. Think they were laughing with us or at us as it took hold? Anyway, Elsie is full of strat and the cat must make her pay on this very day.

That is what we tried to get too. Yes, for the first time in seven years Pat even used a public loo. But that is another story as well that I will later tell.  We did see plenty of those Asian guys though down stinky and nasty Chinatown row. So back to Elsie getting what she deserves for throwing us for swerves, telling us we could use a golden loo which simply was not true.

It was all an alliance trick I bet! You just wanted to make us fret! Well the joke is on you for making us try and go in that loo. For we gave them your location and name. Now they are coming after you knowing you are to blame. What for you ask? It seems a long time ago someone plugged up the golden loo when doing the daily task.

Then it went into overload and made Trump lose his wig errr umm hair making him a grump. Ever since then he has searched for the woman who messed up the loo in his den. So we wanted the reward and gave him the info we had stored. Now there is a hit squad out on your fake eye. All because of your golden loo lie. You better duck and cover too for they will track you down and fill up your loo. That is right! They are going to leave you a fright. For a thrill they will:

Take all your tp
And ditch it in the sea.
Leave an empty roll,
As they take a bathroom stroll.

Then fill up your loo,
With things that are ewww.
So fake eye of not,
Your nostrils will rot.

And as it goes all over the floor,
You'll remember never again to tell Pat or Blabber to explore,
A golden loo,
Which using it is totally untrue.

So have your plumber or plunger ready,
Hold either steady,
If that is your thing,
Down at your wing.

For no pringle can is in need,
As the hit squad comes to your feed.
To take a break,
And a mess they will make.

It was Blabber and Pat that gave them the info though, so don't blame the cat this time at his show. He was comfortable sending a pringle can. Maybe they'll do it when you're off getting a tan. Then at least the smell might go or it could linger a bit at your show. It could go right out into the grass and you know, the hit squad does delight my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.