Back For You At My Zoo!

The cat showed you a great one a while back. It got all kinds of praise from the pack. The cat will do it once more. Gloria will be thrilled at her shore.

No German colons allowed.
Of those Gloria is proud.
Should I let that go?
I may eat crow.

But that isn't on the plate.
We have to serve your date.
So add in a little salt,
Too much and it's your fault.

Throw in some grit.
It is brown umm shit.
Should I say that while cooking?
Bah, no one is looking.

A pinch of ground,
From that which is around.
Some strands of grass,
They are loved by Cass.

A egg or two.
Don't do three at your zoo.
You may get egg on your face.
It can be worse than mace.

Some bread crumbs are up.
Fill half a cup.
What sized cup?
Do I look like an appeasing pup?

Dump in some liquid stuff.
Make sure you have enough.
It can get mighty dry,
If you don't let the liquid get high.

Then stick it on the windowsill.
Let all the birds get their fill,
As in the smell.
Birds eating it can go to hell.

Now serve on a plate.
You will impress your date.
It's as easy as one, two, three.
Trust little old me.

What is the name?
Why, it's one of fame.
Rhyming ass stew.
Doesn't that impress you?

Are you ready for a taste? Don't let it go to waste. It may not be what it looks like there. But you can trust me, I swear. You will really impress a date and you may even mate. I take no legal stuff if you choke and die though, or five minutes later you really have to go. Gloria may give my rip off sass. That is fine by my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.