So dVerse wants the cat to go all twin here at his bin. But pfffft to that I have better things to do at my mat. For looking out the window I had quite the show. I get to stare all day at a person wrapped in a tree at my bay.
There was a person in a tree.
How did she get there? Beats me.
But there she was stuck in the tree.
How did she get stuck? Beats me.
But there she was stuck in a tree.
Suffering through dogs lifting their leg and having a pee.
She could not even wash her knee.
I'm sure they never gave her any glee.
How do you get in a tree?
I wish I knew to tell all of thee.
Then you could set her free.
So a dog can't pee on her knee.
Maybe I'll ask a friendly flea,
What was the cause of her in a tree.
Maybe she went on a shopping spree,
And pissed off her husband named Lee.
Or maybe she tried to get things for free.
Instead getting a one-way trip in the tree.
Maybe she drank some herbal tea,
That was cursed at her sea.
Or she pissed off a busy bee,
Who stuck her there with a tee hee.
Or she ate a magic pea,
Those are nasty between you and me.
Maybe she got a guilty plea,
For kicking a shopper in the knee.
Her sentence was to be stuck in a tree,
Letting dogs pee on her knee.
We could go on from A to Z.
But that would only be conjecture from me.
So I will go in search of the flea,
That could tell me how she got stuck in the tree,
With dogs peeing on her knee.
Taking away all her glee.
For such a hefty fee,
I may just ask three.
But if they were to decree,
A simple, beats the hell out of me.
I would have a sight to see,
And she'd remain stuck in a tree.
So just in case don't piss off a bee,
Or kick someone in the knee.
Or if you get a guilty plea,
You too may end up in a tree.
If you want to live with glee,
Avoid getting trapped in a tree.
With nothing at all to stop the spree,
Of dogs passing by and peeing on your knee.
Now doesn't that make you want to avoid hugging a tree at your haunt? I mean wouldn't want to trapped inside one. That would just be no fun. Plus you would smell like dog pee all day. But if that's your thing, what the hey. I suppose you would at least have the company of the lass that I stare at with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.