The cat in the hat was anything but fat.
Nononononononononononononononono.
The rat was fat and did eat the bat.
Nononononononononononononononono.
So where was the bat if the cat was chasing the rat?
Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.
A Lime? Yes a time of day is what I need!
Of course! The slime from the Lime!
Its slime time! That’s the time of day!
Yesyeysyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.
So the cat ate the rat and the bat jumped the cat.
But what if they all sat yesterday?
Well then, the snack that was to be the rat the next day at slime time was the son of the rat and the bat prior to that unfortunate incident that was the edible rat to our friend the cat who lost his hat by now. But the Sun said no I’ll never shine now! For you see, the sun showed up only to see the father of the rat who was the bigger rat eaten by el Tigre who was king of that particular place in my head. But the king had to sing to lure the cat out which is why this whole mess got started and slowly lost its form and original function. So this so called poem that was sugar coated and frosted was lost at this particular… junction.
You see, insanity has no rhyme or reason,
Which is why this whole thing rhymes, I reason.
Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.
An ending? A blending. A start and a finish,
and now that I’m done, you owe me a dollar.