The cat was pondering the question of he would do if he ruled the world at his zoo. The question was easy to answer for me. Is it easy to answer for thee?
Why would I want that?
I'm just a rhyming cat.
I'll sit and nap.
Not a ruling chap.
But if I had to,
I'd give all a golden loo.
You should like where you shit.
That would create no fit.
Then we'd abolish cold weather.
We'd do it together.
Except where the polar bears roam.
Wouldn't want them attacking my home.
Then we'd kill all disease.
It would be a breeze.
Fire all the "find the cure" bimbos.
And give the money to one who knows.
I'd print my own money.
I'd name it something funny.
Then hand all a million of it.
That may crash the market a bit.
The cat would kill fleas too.
Really, what do they do?
Just make us all itch.
Burn the whole lot in a ditch.
I'd demand vets get a thermometer up their ass.
Then they know how it feels up their mass.
That would be a good one.
It should really be done.
I'd make all cars fly.
Rid the world of stupid humans in the sky.
The idiots would die.
Smart people wouldn't cry.
I'd make sure I got waited on every minute of every day.
No rest for any at my bay.
They have to feed me and clean my crap.
Hmm, that is already done by that Pat chap.
But screw that.
Too much work for the cat.
Except for maybe the vet.
I'd like to know that was met.
Would you do much? Is it too much to even touch? Ready to rule the world at your sea? The vet one should be done for free. The cat would also hope it caused them gas. That is what they get for sticking things up my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.