The cat hears this one a lot. Many think it hot to trot. Or would that be trot to hot? Maybe neither if you don't get caught. So sit for a spell or run like hell.
There is many types,
They give me gripes.
Who wants to run?
The cat doesn't find that fun.
You can run.
Run for fun.
You can jog,
Even with a dog.
I'd rather walk,
With no rock in my sock.
But who cares about that.
I'm beating around the bush where we're at.
Yeah, that one is strange too.
Who beats around a bush at their zoo?
Don't even need to go gutter.
Run like hell if that sets you aflutter.
Run like hell!
An easy sell.
Been used everywhere.
Even at my lair.
But can a place run?
Damn, that would be interesting by a ton.
Hell can run fast or slow?
Damned if I know.
Maybe run like hell is bad.
It means no running is had.
Hell can't run and neither can you.
Deal with it at your zoo.
Hell could be hot on your heels,
Literally as up your leg it feels.
Still can't run like it though.
For there is no running to and fro.
Raise a little hell.
Whoops, rang the wrong bell.
Is that like a volcano though?
You raise a little bit from down below?
And of course this assumes it's real,
Which it is most likely a fake deal.
So you are running like a place that may not exist.
Doesn't that just leave you pissed?
Do you run like hell? Can you stop and tell? The cat wonders how you run like it. That has to be some serious running shit. You can run like a, most likely, mythical place. Is it quite the pace? Some sort of going nowhere race? I could go on all day with this embrace. I guess I'll raise a little hell later on with my sass. I'm done doing it today with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.