At My Dune We Look At The Cartoon!

And Now The Cat Can Say He Is An Amazon Best Seller At His Bay!

The cat is again not going to be obvious at his sea. For I won't do cat for C. Instead we are going with cartoon. Those that were enjoyed by this loon. Or at least seen a while back, as now many lack. So let's live in a cartoon land where all can do a hand stand.

It is a wannabe hand stand,

As they gaze across the land.

So who gives a umm cluck,

It's a talking duck.

Also your teeth will shine.

They will always look divine.

So well in fact,

You'll smile even when doing an evil act.

And we could save on cat food.

With mice as big as any dude.

They would last this cat a year.

Although they look like they could cause fear.

Looking up is a sport.

You don't even need a court.

Just look up and make a funny face,

Much easier than a three legged race.

Mice wave as they get eaten.

Knowing they are beaten.

Also a cat can moo?

Hmm that just would not do.

All would be thin.

Now there is a win.

Or at least curve so well,

Their rump could ring the doorbell.

Bears hibernate no longer.

This makes their color stronger.

Then like Lance Armstrong they juice.

I guess they like to bounce and let loose.

Brains move to your belly,

Making certain movements less smelly.

They even have a mind of their own.

A brain giving a brain groan.

The farm will come alive.

If the cat let's the rooster survive.

And that fact still holds true,

Shiny teeth, even if only two.

More mice on display.

Cartoon world just makes my day.

And you can even have a red nose,

No one cares even if it glows.

Could even go green,

With a flying pony scene.

No more need for planes,

Except maybe if it rains.

I could go all cliche,

With a that's all folks at my bay.

But I just have to say,

Animals grow, humans shrink, but that's okay!

Did you get them all? That last one doesn't count at my hall. A dead giveaway with it's looney display. Doesn't cartoon land sound fun? I could eat and run. Mice do seem to show in mass but that works for my always hungry little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.