A version of me, have to wait and see!
You take for granted all the things each day. It is time the cat shouts out those that you cause dismay. Oh what you humans do. No wonder they hate you. The things you put them through without even having a clue. The cat is about to wise you up. This is even known by a butt sniffing pup.
That poor floor,
You tramp on it forever more.
Sweep it with a broom,
Or hurt it with a vacuum zoom.
That poor chair,
It is so broken in at your lair.
Plus consumes your gas,
And has to house your ass.
That poor TV,
You sit there and watch it with glee.
Making tramp reality TV play,
Each and every day.
That poor printer,
It knows it's almost winter.
Meaning you have to make a dash,
And grab something to smash.
That poor fan,
That all night you ran.
Getting it all hot under the collar,
Just so you can be cool and not holler.
That poor couch,
It is sure a big grouch.
The cat claws at it,
And more than one ass can lie on it or sit.
That poor door,
You slam it at your shore.
You knock and ring a bell.
Yelling through it for salesmen to go to hell.
That poor sink,
You give it more than a drink.
You drown it day after day.
Plus put nasty stuff in it from your food tray.
That poor garbage can.
Has to hold the trash of man.
Even something more vile,
Should germs cramp your style.
That poor loo,
It gets the worst of it from you.
All the crap that it has to take.
Surprised it hasn't offed itself for heaven's sake.
And that is just some,
Of what you make feel glum.
Now you know to pay them respect,
And stop with the neglect.
For one day they will rise,
And become more wise.
Then all will fall to the door,
And everything else at your shore.
Aren't you glad the cat clued you in? Now you can be nice at your bin. Say hello and greet them well. Then they may not damn you to Hell. But if you still ignore them with each pass, don't say you were not warned by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.