The cat was sitting about as with any other day and then came a shrieking shout. I could not stand the thing. I stood like a meerkat once more at my wing. Even Cassie came running to my side. Both of us thought some poor animal was taking a death ride.
Oh holy night,
God, save us from this plight.
My ears are feeling a sting,
And a constant ring.
12 days last 12 minutes too long.
Hiring these people was just wrong.
How can you bring in,
Another crew that brings forth sin.
If Santa Claus is coming to town.
I'm sure he will frown,
Then fly the hell away,
Dropping coal on your head on his way.
That would work for me.
Shutting you up and causing glee.
Scrooge would even throw money at you,
Just to give you some sort of clue.
That you are just that bad.
That squealing would drive anyone mad.
If you could just jingle bells,
From some rubber room cells,
I would be oh so glad.
But if that would make you sad.
Take the O'Christmas Tree,
And smash it over the head of thee.
Save one and all the trouble,
Bury yourself in Christmas rubble.
Mommy might kiss Santa Claus,
But if she heard you she'd surely pause.
And whack you with a broom,
From bringing forth such ear doom.
I will get a pringle can,
Fling it and show you I'm no fan.
Those jingle bells will surely rock.
Your voice gives off a shock.
They will probably even rust,
Before they bust.
I really need those ear plugs,
Or some thick rugs.
I need to hide away,
From such a screeching display.
So that was the cat's night enjoying an ear plight. I can't believe two years in a row I had to listen to such a show. Pat really needs to move us away from here. For those voices strike fear. So glad when it came to pass as they just gave tons of gas to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.