So for today we will look at the sales you humans love at your bay. Actually the ones you love that are far away, as they make less sense I say. But then I am just a cat that likes to tear up the mat.
Big sale today,
In the city on display.
It is only a two hour drive,
Which I am sure you'll survive.
Unless a crazy person is on the road,
But that is a whole other rhyming mode.
But you must get that sale.
You have to get there come rain, snow or hail.
You'd be a good mailman with that attitude,
Just don't go postal, that is rather rude.
Hop in your car and go,
You can't wait to save money at your show.
That is the best thing to do.
When those sales come in your view.
Better stop for gas,
Don't want to run out and start to sass.
May as well buy a snack while you are there.
Those chips are great at your lair.
Need something to drink too.
Have to stay hydrated for all the shopping you will do.
Now back on your way,
Nothing can stop you today.
You will have that sale.
Even if you have to shove another on the third rail.
Would not recommend that,
You may get an orange jumpsuit at your mat.
Save that for black friday,
Then you can blame the other nuts at the shopping bay.
You are finally there.
You even fix up your hair.
Ready to march into that store,
And get the things you really need at your shore.
You smile as you see the sign.
This sale truly is divine.
You save $1 on fruit loops,
To feed the troops.
Wow, you are so happy.
With no signs of sappy.
You just saved a $1 on fruit loops at your sea,
While spending $20 on gas to get there, yippeee!
Can you tell the cat was being sarcastic there? My the things some humans do at their lair. We won't even go into the snacks too, rising the price in view. Save a buck and spend twenty to fill up the truck. Great logic there has come to pass. It is just so astounding to my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.