We Have A Connection To Such And Such And Such An Election!

The cat never surely knew. We have a connection to something that's big, hairy, red, and blue. Now that is surely grand. It changes everything...err ummm...yeah right in our land.

We see and shake.

We do a triple take.

We search and search.

You rang, says Lurch.

I've said it too.

Copyright at my zoo?

Damn any of that.

Can't sue a cat.

Back on rhyme.

We left for a time.

A time you can't tell.

Could raise some hell.

The party or nutball kind.

Both annoy my behind.

But that's nothing new.

It's something dumb humans do.

Back to the start.

He took it to heart.

Poor guy went and cried.

He bummed a car ride.

Did his bum do the ringing?

Do farts end up singing?

Do we want to know?

The odds are probably low.

The car sent things in the air.

Like pollution that's not very rare.

The wind blew it near.

Woweee, it connected to my rhyming rear.

I feel so special now.

I just want to meow.

The connection came due.

It just can't be true.

My mind is a mess.

More and not less.

I just can't believe it.

I'm about to have a fit.

The guy won a shoe store election.

Now that is quite the connection.

I feel so honored that I found it.

On second thought, I don't give a shit.

Do you scour everything and anything for a connection to something out there? Or maybe someone at your lair? Does it make you any different in the end? Or are you just a crazy nut that's gone around the bend? Whoopi, you are connected to someone's car that gave off gas. Yeah, that will truly impress, not really, my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.