So the cat watched Pat well um strat for a good week, even as he puckered up a cheek. But that is as far as the cat will go there as too much info many could not bare. But let's just say I kept seeing the same thing. The stupid corn was just as it went down when in his mouth he gave it a fling. Now I bum as he eats and he gives me treats, so I watch him chew it up and it doesn't go down whole. Yet it keeps coming out whole like it has its own soul. Why could this be? Have to solve the Face it Facts of the corn mystery.
Magic corn faires,
Or could be berries.
But if you don't eat,
They can't defeat.
And bring about the right shape,
Like that of a grape.
To make the corn,
Just like it was born.
After the stomach storm,
It goes back to the norm.
How can this be?
Moe? Curly? Larry?
A poke and shove isn't the answer at all,
Let's give the poison control a call.
As this can not be safe,
Ones insides must chafe.
For there has to be some stormy weather,
As this gets put back together.
Hmph! I'm on hold.
I guess they expect all to read above the fold.
Like the guy who thought superman wear,
Could make him fly through the air.
I bet it was the corn too,
That made him go crazy on cue.
It would drive all insane,
As it goes down the same lane.
Out and in,
The eater just isn't able to win.
Chew and chew and chew some more,
And it still has the same shape in store.
I bet it is an alien conspiracy at play,
As they make crop circles at night and not day.
So they can hide their evil scheme,
Making all of us dream,
Of corn and its trick.
Aren't those aliens slick?
Aliens, fairies and grapes, oh my.
All of those would make you die.
But the corn would still sit,
Right in your stomach pit.
The same as it was before,
And will be forever more.
I guess it just likes a goodbye and a hello.
Maybe it's just jealous of jello?
Either way that is my thought,
Which I do a whole lot.
Not that it makes sense at all,
But I give my ten cents at my hall.
There we are for all those near and far those are the reasons the cat could come up with for such a task, I guess it depends on those you ask. But either way the corn comes out, unlike the trout, just as it went in, no matter how much chewing you do before swallowing at your bin. Now wasn't this a great topic to shout out in mass? Just another perk of my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.