The cat was strolling down the street when I heard a familiar beat. One I wished I would never hear again. It was those two stupid men. The rather large Gung whose bell is surely rung and Ho who is also a tad slow. They stood on top this wall and out to the world Ho began to call.
"I can't take this. Nothing that rhymes with Ho causes me bliss."
He looked around like "what the hell" as he began rhyming not so swell. He spied me and blamed me for his rhyming spree.
"There is that stinkin cat. Maybe when I jump I'll crush him flat."
Gung stood beside him in a fuss and tried to get him to come back off the ledge with the odd cuss.
"Ho, you know we will find your flow. Just because Gung is hung doesn't mean your bell needs to be rung. Damn cat is making me rhyme too. Go away! Shoo!"
I stood and watched the stupid pair, mostly to annoy them now and stay in their hair. At least I could have a little bit of fun. Plus soak up some sun.
"Ignore that cat, Ho. He is so far down below, he can't do a thing. Please don't let your body fling."
Ho stood on the ledge like he was going to jump. If it was Gung, who is so very plump, he'd just bounce. But Ho might not stand a chance if he were to pounce.
"I can't take it anymore, Gung. I just can't. My bell is rung. It is time for Ho to go and join that cloudy sky show."
"You can't do it, Ho. I will find your flow. Ho can grow? Is big down below? Is in the know? Makes you reap what you sow? See there are tons that will give people the runs."
"It is too late. I have sealed my fate. For this ledge is my destiny and such. I despise life too much."
The pair stood there and cried in their soup. It was about time I flew out of this whack job coup. So I started to trot away, figuring soon enough on the ground Ho would lay. Bad grammar there? Yeah, I don't care. For it was such a shock when I turned to find Gung giving off some God awful squawk.
He sounded much like a little girl. The sight of Ho really made me want to hurl. For those five whole feet really were a treat. I didn't have to be close to his mug, then he looked up rather smug.
"I have lived through this awful event. I didn't even crack on the cement. God, must want me to live on. Gung, let's go mow the lawn."
Gung hopped off the ledge and the pair made a pledge. They stated they would never climb on top a three year olds playhouse again. For they can be dangerous to such big men. They trotted off with glee. Those two really disgust me. I may go leave something in their grass. So when they mow they can step in it and curse my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.