Time To Unite And Take Flight!

For U there were many things the cat could do. Like underwear with squeal marks in your view. I bet that would raise your neck hair. But mine too, so I avoided that at my lair. Instead we go all Union at my sea and it still is kinda scary.

I sit and pray toward the sky,

But no matter how much I try,

This tingly feeling will not pass.

I still have a hand up my ass.

I scream and continue to fight.

But the sucker gets all the more tight.

No matter how much I sass.

I still have a hand up my ass.

I get the blame for each outrageous claim.

People all around make fun of my name.

I'm mocked by every social class.

All thanks to a head hand up my ass.

People around me get dubbed Sir.

The line between us continues to blur.

If not for your ring of brass,

And that hand you have up my ass.

I search for pure bliss.

Almost securing a kiss.

That is until the sweet lass.

Notices a hand up my ass.

Why can't I be set free?

Why do you put pressure in me?

Certain places you should never trespass.

Like sticking a hand up my ass.

I can't even dress myself.

Plus I'm as tall as an elf.

I'm wood seeking some lawn grass.

Do I really need a hand up my ass?

Don't even think about it!

I don't want to swap your spit.

My eyes may be made of glass.

But I know you want more than a hand up my ass.

Oh my life without that hand.

Would be ever so grand.

I could swim with bass,

But no, you have a hand up my ass.

Some have it so good.

They may have no wood.

But aren't fighting a tingly feeling that won't pass.

Like me, forever, with a hand up my ass.

That is sure a union I would not like. But one would soon take a hike. For they would not like what they found. The cat can scare away a butt sniffing hound. So what else can I say class? I'm just happy I don't have such a mass up my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.