Food, pfffft and I'll keep on pffffting even if all find it rude. Food can kiss my little rhyming rump, actually it may as it comes out with a thump. But we won't go there with this dVerse food affair.
Pffft to the food,
Pffft it's so crude.
You have to buy the crap,
Which leaves one a broke sap.
The bills rise up,
Even for food of a pup.
Then pffft to carrying the crap,
All over the map.
Pffft to those germy shopping carts,
That they never clean at those marts.
Pffft to the crappy grocery bags,
Pffft to slow clerks and nosey old hags.
Pfffft to the gas,
That it takes to carry the mass.
Leaving a hole in your wallet now.
Better off buying your own cow.
Pffft to lugging it in the house.
Pffft to it bringing forth a mouse.
Pffft to it having to be put away.
Pffft to it wasting time in the day.
Pffft to having to cook.
Pffft to them charging for a cooking book.
Pffft to making sure it doesn't go bad.
Pffft to making sure there is enough in ones pad.
Pffft to having to wash the dishes,
Pffft to having to deal with stinky fishes.
Pffft to it cluttering up the trash.
Pffft to it stinking and costing more cash.
For you have to buy the trash bags or bucket.
Pffft I may as well just say feck it.
Pffft to having to put the dishes away.
Pffft to dropping them from your tray.
Pffft to you being clumsy and such,
Dropping them so much.
Pffft to having to do it all over again,
Just to eat at your den.
So pffft a pffffting pffft is all,
That food gets at my hall.
Was I rude?
While pffft you can shovel down your food.
There we go how was that? Aren't I just a food loving cat? Or I guess that would be hate. dVerse brought it up at any rate. Pffft I forgot to mention the gas that is can give my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.