So the cat has much things to do like tear up a shoe, or at least to chew the laces, then it is off to the races. But there are some things people do near and far that prove they have nothing to do at their bar. What may that be you ask? See below for such a task.
Your life is grand, your life is great.
For you can do this at any rate.
Stare at cheese for extended periods of time.
My, that is so sublime.
You watch your clock keep time for fun.
Are you trying to learn how to do it with the sun?
You climb a glass wall to see what's on the other side.
That must give you such wonderful pride.
You play darts with an inflatable dartboard.
You measure the length of a vacuum cord.
You make paper chains to decorate for a wedding.
Did you use the extra for bedding?
You try to fly by jumping off the roof and flapping your arms.
That also must raise some loonie bin alarms.
You dress up like Garfield and pretend to be a cat.
There is something wrong with that.
You sing a song about grasshoppers.
Don't do it in front of mass coppers.
You have a collection of pet rocks.
They even have their own socks.
You have conversations with golf balls.
More fun than playing golf at your halls.
You play bingo with the dog.
And he beats you because he's quite the hog.
You count out a million dollars in pennies each week.
My, you can count fast at your creek.
You play dot to dot with bug bites on your arms.
You go around stealing everyone's lucky charms.
You jump into the Grand Canyon to see what's at the bottom.
You paint leaves on the trees to make it look like autumn.
You count the hairs on your head.
If you are bald forget what I said.
You begin to make some pants,
For all those pesky ants.
You watch your reflection in the mirror,
I hope things become clearer.
You rotate the tires on your car every day,
I guess there would be no need to go to the gym bay.
I guess whatever keeps you busy and glad,
Although to do most of this you must be mad.
Now does that not all sound like fun to do under your sun? Get right on counting those pennies at your bay. You might get done by next May. And the Grand Canyon jump might be a one way trip but at least no one will give you lip. The cat would rather just pass gas out his little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.