So last night the cat had a dream that Pat was playing for the other team. Now don't start to mutter and get your mind out of the gutter for it was dogs or maybe hogs I am talking about. Both of which Blabber likes to give a shout. It is a sign the cat has to get across the damn border and put things back in order. Before Pat gives use some butt sniffing mutt, a hog addicted to egg nog and a Blabber at our sea. I think we'd need a bigger bush number three.
But Miss Priss and I had figured out the best way for as I was dreaming away we were being shipped to Pat. That's right! I was mailed priority to Blabber's doormat. It's just too bad the mail guy had the mind of a baboon the stupid maroon. For we were sent to Old York instead. This is so hard on the head.
I want the New York not the Old York. Maybe we should have taken a stork. What you never heard of Old York before? Let me share with you what they have in store.
This crap I could not take so we made for the nearest lake. And guess what? The stupid rowboat also was cursed by my little rhyming butt. It took us across the sea and we were once more in the home of nanny. The cat is really getting ticked off at the universe or whoever thinking they are so clever by stealing Pat away. Blabber is going to pay. At least here there are no cow patties in the grass. That is the only positive thing you will get today from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.