So that poo stuff keeps finding me and of course it was pointed out by Petsy. Then the cat said he would avoid it at his bay when the posts ran out he had saved away. Well we are close, as only a few more remain in the cat's house, thanks to the dumb arm. But one day the cat will be forty ahead again so there is no cause for alarm. Anyway, I will avoid it for a while at my bay. But isn't there scarier things out there that give rings?
Who isn't shy.
And has a big yap,
Surely letting it flap.
Wouldn't that fit me like a glove?
But since I'm snip snip,
I wouldn't be able to get a good grip.
That has to be a better song.
And maybe before long,
The cat could preach about wearing a thong.
Always on the go.
Scoping out some nude beach,
Where the Written Mitten likes to preach.
Putting on quite the display.
La la la la, me me me me.
Damn I'm good, can't you see?
Bobbing our heads well giving the horn a ring.
Until we crash,
For being so brash.
And think we're grand.
Feeling up this thing,
That looks like it's doing what I'm not allowed to say at my wing.
With our tye dye socks.
Going all hip.
Could even get naughty and carry a whip.
See they all call for an encore.
Bang the drum all day,
And even paint yourself a different shade for display.
Shout out one eye tails.
It seems she has a lot of kin.
Those one eyes must have committed some kind of sin.
And so there you go. Plenty of options when avoiding poo at my show. I guess we shall see what comes to pass from my poo-less little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.