The cat and Pat have both been called childish a time or two, and hey, we don't mind at our zoo. But why is it only one way? That is kind of off we say. So let's fix that now with a rhyming meow.
Childish you are.
Childish by far.
But you can drive a car,
And can even go to a bar.
But you don't do two in one,
After your drinking fun.
That is adultish right there.
So adultish at your lair.
You work and pay bills.
You get no extra frills.
That is adultish and then some.
So adultish you suck back the rum.
Adultish is your game.
Adultish is forever tame.
Spell check doesn't like adultish though.
But childish is alright to give a go.
So adultish of it.
Not taking my made up shit.
Stuck in its ways.
Forever trapped in a maze.
You live on your own,
Pay for your own phone.
So adultish of you,
To have your own zoo.
Sorry, living in nanny's basement doesn't count.
That falls under the childish amount.
Adultish is when you can see that.
Adultish thinks childish is scat.
Did childish rebel,
Sending adultish to hell?
Is that why adultish went away?
Adultish just didn't want to play.
Adultish was a stick in the mud,
So it fell with a thud.
Or maybe it was forced out,
Because of its non pta shout.
Adultish is oh so bad,
It's when you watch porn a tad,
Then get a virus and can't watch anymore.
Stuck half way through must be a chore.
Are you adultish at your sea? Or more childish like me? Maybe we need a mixish of both. The cat could create the mixish oath. I'd work in plenty of sass, but that you'd expect from my childish little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.