Do You Enjoy? Come Now Don't Be Coy!

Do you enjoy where you go? You know it just brings me such joy at my show. I can remember the days when there was a small little box. It could barely fit a pair of human socks. Also such things as the brand of litterbox sand.

Do you like where you go?
Where the smell does grow?
As you dig and dig,
Looking like you dance a jig.

That crystal stuff doesn't do.
You seriously have no clue.
It doesn't capture much,
We can still smell it in such.

Digging in your own crap,
Would bother any chap.
Don't you agree,
With little old me?

That dusty stuff is awful too.
Who wants to sneeze when they use the loo?
I guess if you can do three things at once,
You would at least not be a dunce.

But it fills the air,
And goes about the lair.
So strike that as well.
That stuff causes my allergies hell.

Then you have that sawdust stuff.
That is all a bunch of fluff.
That stucks to your fur,
And can make your eyes blur.

Stick with the clumping,
Or your leg I'll be humping.
Even if I'm snip snip,
I can still get a good grip.

And don't give me a small one.
That is just no fun.
You can't dig two holes,
And dig around like moles.

Instead on you I have to wait,
And if you are late.
I have to hold it,
Simply because there is nowhere to shit.

You have to like where you go.
Or so many problems show up at your show.
The smell, the size and the sand,
All matter across the land.

Do you like where you go? What things do you prefer at your show? Big or small? Water or TP at your hall? All should clearly enjoy and be an Optimistic Existentialist asking tons of questions, so don't be coy. Do you have a certain need for something high class? I am now done asking questions with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.