Why would one beg to differ anyway? The cat doesn't beg at his bay. The cat takes what he likes and off he goes. Just another saying that brings things to new lows. So on with the show and now away we go.
Poor pitiful me.
No one cares at my sea.
I'm so sad.
No caring is had.
There is an easy fix.
Here are my top picks.
The cat will help pitiful you,
Maybe you'll get a clue.
Don't pay a bill.
Let your account fill.
Bill collectors will be on the phone.
They will sure care at the tone.
Walk down the street,
And dance to a beat.
Do it in the nude.
Caring will come with attitude.
Go to a self help guy.
You can jump really high.
All about me me me.
He'll care about you for money.
Take out an ad in the paper.
Wait! That's an ancient caper.
Use Craiglist or the like.
Many a weirdo will take a caring hike.
Answer an email from King Abubu.
You'll make friends you never knew.
At least until the well is dry.
Then you may sit and cry.
Just answer the door,
When bible thumpers come to your shore.
Woweee! They really care.
Donate everything at your lair.
Or just go get a pet.
There is a safe bet.
Easy as can be,
You'll become a slave at your sea.
Now the poor pitiful me,
Can easily flee.
Could wind up broke or in jail,
But no longer will you wail.
Weren't those great tips? Now you can board plenty of ships. The poor pitiful me can take a hike. You can find people that will care and like. There is a whole mass. I am just such a helpful little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.