Monday, August 13, 2012
Screw You Rover. We're Taking Over!
Here at his stall.
He also gives Canada a bad name,
For not being so tame.
But it seems those close by,
Also want to give cat ruling a try.
Mayor Stubbs sits above,
Showing a small Alaskian town some love.
For 15 years he has ruled the town,
With his iron claw and crown.
Cats are taking over in politics and rhyme.
And it's about time!
Next it will be sports,
We'll jump all over your courts.
Put little balls in little holes,
Which you think are lofty goals.
Even make movies with humans on a leash,
As we sit and eat quiche.
It will just show what is to come.
Of course all will be led by my little rhyming bum.
You can't beat the cat,
If you try you'll be squashed flat.
Put in a zoo,
For all the animals to view.
That would serve you right.
As you are an attraction during the daylight.
Sleeping on the ground at night.
Oh what a sight!
But if some are brave,
They can have their very own cave.
Of course they have to be a litterbox cleaning slave.
On command, whenever we wave.
So from attractions to slaves,
As we throw raves.
Leaving you all behind,
Aren't we ever so kind?
And it started with a mayor and rhyming cat.
How about that?
But in the end,
You can still get a good butt sniffing from man's best friend.
Yep, he really did get voted in and secured the win. It seems no one like who was running so they pulled a Brewster's Millions and were shunning. Voting for none of the above and showing a cat love. Isn't that grand? A cat now rules some Alaskian land. Bet he has some nice litterbox grass. Maybe even a bush with a tush like my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.