Back we are once more with another follower at my shore. I guess if it quacks like a duck it is hard to pass the buck. So the cat brought her here. She can rhyme away though in between quacking, have no fear.
A duckbill must be tough at your bay.
It really must cause some dismay.
No wonder Schultz does what he wants at your shack.
He can't understand no in the form of a quack.
It's true that a bill makes life a bit tough.
And talking and eating can get kind of rough.
But Schultz understands
he must follow commands,
or Mama will be in a huff!
Will you huff and puff,
And all that stuff?
Must be easy to clean dog hair,
As I heard you were full of hot air.
My big bad bill blows a lot of hot air.
It can get scary here at my lair
when I see mud splats and hair balls
all over my walls!
But don't you admire the skill?
It takes a lot to make a mud hill,
Or get a hairball to splat on a wall.
Plus a good booby trap to make criminals trip down the hall.
The skill is astounding
and my applause is resounding,
but when the splats stick for years
these traps don't get cheers!
Some may see it as art.
Like that abstract stuff some take to heart.
Maybe a hairball Jesus face.
Then you could sell tickets at your place.
That's an interesting thought.
Some tickets could be bought
to see hair ball angel wings,
mud Santa tracks, and other such things.
And if all else fails,
And your fans give wails,
Just offer to kiss an octopus once more.
I bet they'd cheer you then at your shore.
A duckbill and octopus sharing a kiss
is a thing one most certainly would not want to miss.
But the inevitable ink blob would soon hide the view
And the fans will be shouting, "Boo hoo!"
Well I guess she sure left you with an image in mind. With that image you'll sure be one of a kind. May not want to tell what it is though. See, even duckbill's can find the flow. Now I'll let that image get more crass as off I go with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.