So there were a few of these.
This one the cat did tease.
He couldn't catch me.
Such a slow poke at the other sea.
Then there are a ton of those.
There the cat hair blows.
But these two we know.
So on with the show.
There were peacocks.
They liked gawks.
And they were rather mean.
Peck your eyes out at their scene.
The white ones were more lame.
They never had such a mean claim.
But they sure left a pile of shit.
Yep, more than a bit.
This guy is as crazy as can be.
He'll peck off your knee.
High strung isn't even enough to describe him.
He wanted to make your life grim.
Chicken shit would describe this one.
He once got loose and had the ability to run.
Did he run though?
Nope, tried to get back into his cage show.
And then there were these.
Can smell them with a breeze.
Heck, even without a breeze.
They sure did not please.
Even had a few of those.
They would strike a pose.
Then try and make the birds a snack.
Couldn't break through the cage with their attack.
These came on by.
Stabbed a dog near the eye.
How rude they were,
Them and their stabby fur.
And just for the tabbies of trout town.
So they don't feel down.
Suza sent it for me to pass along.
Is wanting to kill those flashy birds wrong?
There were many more birds too. Yep, a good 15 different kinds at Pat's former zoo. None were as crazy as those above though. The cat would have made them all eat crow. Hmm, bad choice of words there. The stink from the cows sure could scare. Now you have seen the past with this pass. So glad it's here that it is just Cass and my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.