Pat Hatt's Blog, page 105

Tune In For A Spin!

Did you know that cat has his own station? That has to be an elation. Now the cat can ruin your concentration as you tune into 99.87.865.787666 to give an ovation.

Listening to this station,
May ruin concentration.
But then it takes an escalation,
To a rather weird destination.

It will bring about celebration,
When it improves circulation.
From my little dedication,
You may get a duplication.

A clone imitation.
More than one by my estimation.
That is quite the infiltration.
The ninja wannabe may feel irritation.

There is no vaccination.
But there is a registration.
You must use your own sanitation.
No clones near my loo presentation.

Actually there is no accommodation.
I don't go for cooperation.
I just let loose with communication.
Most of it is improvisation.

Could give some illumination.
Or just be an infatuation.
Maybe it's my magnetization?
Care to make a recommendation?

Nope, there is no negotiation.
But I'll let you make your recommendation.
Is that a form of socialization?
I'll go to Google for clarification.

I'm all for diversification.
I let dogs on my station.
See? It's not a total monopolization.
They can be of any nationalization.

Then they get a thrilling elation,
I hit them with some miniaturization.
Dogs everywhere join a categorization.
Ants, thanks to a bit of radiation.

Isn't that all quite the visualization?
Shrinking dogs and clones get a victimization.
Maybe that needs a reevaluation?
Bah, you can always change the station.

Ready to listen to my station? Tune in to 99.87.865.787666 to give that ovation. I may soon be under investigation. Damn my evil plan of shrinking the dog population. It sure took some coordination. Enjoy my clone making, dog shrinking station. I'll now go roll in dog free grass. That is so nice to my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

A Little Help To Make All Yelp!

We all love the word verification crap, right? What? Was that a no at your site? They make you do gifts and pick pics and the like. They sure don't want to take a hike. The cat will make it the best. I'll put captcha above the rest.

No more pics.
Don't be dicks.
That mix and match,
Is such a bad batch.

That word type thing,
Is so last spring.
And that each circled letter?
You can do so much better.

Only those shaded?
That sure has faded.
Time for the best.
I'll be the ultimate pest.

You have to draw.
Drawing is the law.
Draw the shape it declares.
That will get some swears.

Want to leave a comment here?
Come, step right up without fear.
But first you have to comment on the comment of the post you commented on.
Nope, this is not a con of a con of a con.

Still can't get a comment to stick?
Captcha is such a prick.
There are even better ways.
So have another hateful gaze.

It's a captcha quiz.
Answer questions about any biz.
From sports to movies to politic crap.
Answer wrong and away your comment will zap.

It's captcha pick a map.
It isn't for a sap.
You get a place and then have to pick it's spot.
Same named places could confuse a lot.

It's the captcha game.
It sure isn't lame.
Beat the computer at chess.
Have to win, no more, no less.

And the best is here.
Word verification that is clear.
All you have to do is pay money,
Then you can leave a comment that's funny.

Don't you like my word verification stuff? I know, you just can't get enough. Who doesn't want to draw just to leave a comment here? No one would run away in fear. Google should steal my ideas too. Then I can sue. Ready for my new word verification best pass? I hope you answer no to my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

The Old May Not Be Bold!

Ever go back and look at where you started? It was like the cat just farted. You know, nothing but gas. Boy, was that a mass.

Back to the start.
You threw a dart.
Seeing what stuck.
Really though, what the fluck?

Spelling was bad.
Drive Grammar Nazi's mad.
Maybe even the cat.
I shake my head at that.

An on and on.
A run on con.
Convoluted a bit.
What was with it?

Thoughts on a roll.
Out they did stroll.
Rambling away.
Hmm, I may do that still at play.

A rip off too.
Damn, my zoo.
That brings shame.
But it lit a flame.

Time goes on.
No longer a con.
The groove does dawn.
Sacrifice the pawn.

Time for the knight.
Cat sees the light.
A that and this,
Sure switches for bliss.

Easier to read.
Spelling takes seed.
A cat learned to spell.
Isn't that swell?

Even a book,
At my nook.
Well more than one.
Having over 100 is fun.

Much came due,
From start to new.
Or start to now.
But I'll still raise an eyebrow.

I was just checking for dead links here and there, as they supposedly drag down your lair, and saw some of the cat's spelling. Surprised the grammar nazi's weren't yelling. Ever look at your old posts to see how far you've come? They can be scary and then some. But really they weren't too bad in mass. I was just a blog noob little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

The Creative Way Comes To Play!

You may be creative and not know it. How about that little tidbit? You don't believe that cat? Wait until you get buried in scat. Figuratively that is. Unless you're Biff with his manure biz.

Creative with a blog.
That has no fog.
That you can see.
Blog for you, blog for me.

Creative with art.
With or without a sparkly fart.
That you can see.
It's drawn by thee.

Creative with writing.
Ideas start igniting.
That you can see.
It's typed out by thee.

Creative with work.
Beat out that jerk.
That you can see.
Work's done by thee.

But you don't do those?
Oh the woes.
Not creative you say?
May go the other way.

Shit hits the fan.
A flash in the pan.
But it still hits.
Can sure be the pits.

Stuck in an endeavor.
Can't get out ever?
Wait, you're clever,
You fixed the endeavor.

They say can't,
Like a little worker ant.
They say no way,
Shit's here to stay.

Oopsy, you think.
Wow, nothing did sink.
You thought and fixed.
The shit was nixed.

Fan is clean.
All is serene.
You came up with a solution,
Having a creative contribution.

Sometimes you don't know how creative you can be until the shit hits the fan at your sea. Ever found you were creative when need be? Can get one out of a jam with a creative spree. Always, most every time, a way. Only have to think at one's bay. So you can also join the creative class. Trust my creative little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

Can You See When It's Upon Thee?

Some sure can't take the hint from that little glint. Or would that be glimmer? Either way there may be a shimmer. You know when it is one you hate. Cassie has that look as her trait.

Hey there!
Inside you swear.
It is those you dread.
They are hard on the head.

Sometimes just because.
Other times a nosey buzz.
Other times they may smell.
Other times cause you hell.

Whatever the reason.
It's like a cold season.
Want to avoid them all.
Hard on the head at your hall.

So you give a stare.
That little glare.
May do the trick.
Comes off some slick.

The classic grunt.
When you they hunt.
Hate comes to play.
Said all but go away.

Then there is the ignore.
That can be a chore.
Hey there! Gets an encore.
Then they say more.

But also the flip.
You flap your lip.
They see you and stare.
Do you get the glare?

Do you get the grunt?
Follow their stunt?
Earn the flip.
No double dip.

The ignore comes due.
Does it turn you blue?
Do you catch the clue?
They just don't like you.

Catch the hate,
When up to the plate?
Strike out or in?
Which is the spin?

Can you tell when someone hates you? Can they tell when you give them the glare, grunt, etc. at your zoo? No one is going to like everyone at any sea. Always nut cases from which one will want to flee. Whether that is you, me or a rhyming cat. Some will give hate and that is that. Can you tell with each hateful pass? I usually can with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

The Skull Isn't Dull!

With Halloween near it seems redundancy comes along with fear. How can that be? Just follow along with me. It may sink into your head unless like Boney you are already dead.


 Hear that lull?It's from a skull.A skull not dull.For there's many a skull.
Skull high heel shoes.With them you can't lose.You'll be so sleek.Give them a peek.
Skull glasses.Sell to the masses.Helping you see more.Skull on skull encore?
Skull to the head.Bald when said.A skull of fire.Tattooed so it won't expire.
A skull shirt.Use it to flirt.Who doesn't like double head?Hmmm forget that was said.
A skull and crossbones.Here come the groans.Or would that be Arrr?Find out at a pirate bar.
A skull on display.Many at play.Dino to bird.Skull's the word.
Sunk into your skull?Double isn't dull.More outside than in?Boy, that isn't a win.
A brain dead skull,And one that isn't dull.One's shiny and new.The other has no clue.
The lull of the skull.Overcompensating the dull?A skull kind of cull?The redundant skull.
Have a thing for skulls at your sea? Do you have a skull collection spree? Is having more than one as redundant as it seems to be? Why is a skull oh so scary to thee? I'll go bury any skulls in the grass. I don't want them staring at my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

Forward And Back On The Attack!

The cat was browsing this and that, yeah that can be done by a cat, and the dumb ads popped up here and there. I ignore them without a care. But they do get a pffft out of me. Especially when some words I see.

Ads we've done.
Can be fun.
Full of fluff.
We know that stuff.

But do you look?
Look at the hook.
Hook or by crook.
A crook with a hook.

Not a Peter Pan villain.
Captain Hook is still chillin.
Maybe that was Once Upon a Time.
Look, I worked a plug into my chime.

Bad cat.
Can't have that.
Once is enough.
On with this stuff.

Got the hook?
Too many to give a look.
So I'll tell you.
No need to give a clue.

One step forward, two steps back.
That is this hook's attack.
But you don't see it coming.
Whoops, a clue wasn't supposed to come chumming.

Can a clue chum?
Beats my rhyming bum.
I'm asking you.
Is it true?

Hook or by crook.
Give this a look.
I'll move the rook.
Pawn on the hook.

CASH BACK!
This doesn't lack.
The best hook ever.
Aren't we clever?

Only spend 1000's on it,
And not only will it make you the shit,
You'll get CASH BACK too.
Isn't that too good to be true?

Pffft one step forward two steps back indeed. Fall for that hook at your feed? It's okay to give them tons of dough, you'll get CASH BACK you know. No other place gives you such a deal. Come and let out a squeal. Pffft to that hook says the singing bass. Can't hook him or my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

It May Scare You When You See That View!

The scary month is here. That you already know as in comes the fear. The cat will give you more fear today though. I don't even need zombie feet to show.


It's the no arm rest.That passes the test.It is scary to one and all.Having no arm rest at your hall.

The sheet tear.Making holes to spare.That will scare everyone.Holes by the ton.

The no eared cat.How scary is that? Now I'll never hear you.Don't have to pretend not to.

The sprinkler pose.Oopsy, there it goes.Don't go blaming the pet.The sprinkler made you wet.
 
The cat butt hole.Look at that stroll.That is so scary to see.I won't blame you if you flee.

The what is that?So scary where you're at.Could be a ghost over there.Just look at that stare.

The germs on me.On a cleaning spree.You touched me before.You now have germs galore.
 
The ball of doom.Around it will zoom.It will then pop out and smack you in the eye.It's so scary you may cry.

The you can't reach me.The what do I see?The I'm gonna jump on your head.Three scares in one may leave you dead.

And the cat hair in your bed.That is so scary when said.Look at that cat hair there. I've got plenty to spare.
Are you all scared now? I know you are somehow. No need to run and flee. It's only a little cat hair from me. I would never jump on your head. Pffft well maybe if you were lying in bed. Was that such a scary pass? Enjoy being scared of my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

Round Fifty One Continues The Scary Fun?

Can it really be fun when such nuts find me? Bah, gives me a post at my sea. I guess it can't be all bad, even if such nuts below are mad. Mad as in they need to be locked in the looney bin. I'm sure some would consider that a win.

Chip Chap

Flip Flap. Clip Clap!

a little bit thick

Thick in the head? Or those at club med?

my mouse played piano

That is a skill. Did chopsticks fit the bill?

closet sex is appealing

Until a hanger pokes out your eye then things may not be so spry.

appealing grunt work

No such thing. Unless you are referring to a fling.

movies that got remade 

Easier to make a list of ones that did not. Hollywood has brain rot.

kangaroo poop big?

Do I look like a kangaroo? Go ask Blue and his shoe.

snow days r us

You can make it snow? Pffft go eat a crow.

boom boom weiners

Do I even want to know? Oscar Mayer have a new foe?

glass in my ass

That has to sting. See a doctor at your wing.

on a merry go round of life sucks

Get off the merry go round. Maybe a swing will be found.

how many berries are in my ear

Too many I fear. But I won't shed a tear.

googling google

That like written writing? My, such a sighting.

cats are taking over my brain

I think not. Up there there is too much rot.

And the winner this time sure liked to rhyme. I guess that isn't a crime. Unless they are a mime. Although a crime is their chime. I'll let them deal with the grime.

laughing as I rol n shit my pants ants
So they are talking to ants about shitting in their pants? Woweee, that has to impress those ants. Or maybe not. Could make noses everywhere rot. I hope that wasn't typed by any of you. That would just be scary to come due. I'd rather go talk to the singing bass. He is much more interesting to my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

Let The Complaining Start Raining!

The cat does it a time or fifty, and hey, it can be nifty. It gives me something to say most any old day. You humans make it easy as can be. But everyone sure does a lot of complaining from sea to sea.

Oh, poor poor me.
I don't have a PS3.
Hmmm don't they have four?
Bah, didn't rhyme on tour.

Poor poor me.
I'm on a pitiful spree.
My internet went out.
One hour out made me shout.

Poor poor me.
I had to walk for free.
I walked all through town.
My stupid car broke down.

Poor poor me.
No one liked my pic spree.
Facebook is out to get me.
I only typed "I had a big long pee."

Poor poor me.
I got a cold at my sea.
It lasted a week.
Wait, it was just a pimple on my cheek.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You have a running loo,
And some ass wipe too.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You have medicine for colds.
Even to fight back molds.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You can connect and find all you want.
Don't have to wait weeks for even a taunt.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You have a roof over your head.
The forest isn't your bed.

Poor poor you.
Whatever will you do?
You have running water.
No need to fight an otter.

Are you still complaining at your sea? Geez, can't be helped by even me. Time travel should be invented to send whiners back a 100 years or so. Then they wouldn't have a whining flow. Although they may screw things up in mass. I wouldn't want to become a never existed little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.