Could Not Pass It Up, Once Upon A Cup!

So the cat was sitting in the car with Pat, outside waiting for nanny to get done shopping at some huge store mat. Yeah, the human is grand. He does not leave us alone in the hot car land. But he still puts us in that cage, which brings out my rage. Cassie just meows away the whole friggin way. Anyway, on to the topic of the day.

It's fun to watch humans go,
Trying to stick with the flow,
But sometimes in the end,
They go right around the bend.

Such was the case,
As I suffered a gawker embrace.
Yeah, Brian once more,
Here at my shore.

A lady all dolled up,
Walks slowly, sipping from her coffee cup.
Tim Horton's to be precise.
I would rather have mice.

There is a honk from afar.
It comes from an angry car.
More likely a human though,
Who had to give it a blow.

She turns with a sway,
Clearly showing she's having a good day.
Her brown hair flops in the breeze,
Some smoker beside us begins to wheeze.

Not sure what people get from that,
But he was growled at by the cat.
She turns back around,
To be barked at by a hound.

A grey and white husky, like from Due South.
Her cheery smile adds some growth.
I guess she likes butt sniffing mutts,
Even if I thought the dog was a bit nuts.

She strolls along in her heels,
Some nearby kids squirm about like eels,
Fighting over a toy,
I guess it brings both joy.

Another honk is heard.
I hear a curse word.
My poor virgin ears.
That guy has two rears.

Oh wait, just each ass cheek.
Must be tough to play hide and seek.
She turns to look,
Her hair whisps across her face, covering it like a book.

Then as she turns back,
The honker goes on the attack.
Coming straight at her,
Just noticing as she brushes away her human fur.

She hops out of the way,
One shoe now on display.
And a dress once rosey,
That looked rather cozy,

Now drenched in brown,
Displaying the aftermath of coffee town.
And the guy just shouts a curse,
As she picks up her purse.

Off he goes.
She massages her toes.
Then puts on her shoe,
And strolls along not feelling blue.

I guess nothing could ruin her day. The cat though that was an interesting human display. And all of the above is true. She surely invokes whoopdi friggin doo. How the little things add up all around. But I guess it's how we react that makes a good or bad day be found. She was sure one forgiving lass. I'm not sure it would have went down that way from my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.