Pat Hatt's Blog, page 110
September 8, 2016
Get A Hit And Milk Every Bit!
We know the sequels, prequels, movies to TV, TV to movies, remakes, redos, reboots and whatever else there is. Been down the road with that biz. But do you see the rest of the milking? Cows everywhere must be laying in beds of silking.
Collect them all.
For a limited time.
Let your money fall.
They're in their prime.
A set of 5 cups.
So impressive they are.
Has the faces up.
You can see the star.
Action figures are here.
Excuse me, collectible figures.
They have some sweet gear,
And it easily configures.
Get the shirt too.
Wear it oh so proud.
Everyone will acknowledge you.
You'll stand out in a crowd.
Even if 1000 others have the shirt.
You'll still stand out.
Some guy or girl will flirt,
Because it has such clout.
Don't forget the shoes.
With them you'll make the news.
You sure can't lose.
Yes, we even got our own booze.
Get drunk on fame.
It is the best beer.
It may taste the same,
But it has added cheer.
Don't forget our sticker.
We even have it on toilet paper.
What better way to wipe quicker,
Than with a sticker for your caper.
And finally there is the car.
It drives really, really fast.
It was used by our star.
Get one as they won't last.
Did I say finally?
Bah, that was a lie.
We can administer our gear spinally,
Then you may even, though probably not, be able to fly.
Are you ready to get that cup collection? Does the thought of flying give you a great umm err detection? You can even get some great booze. Wow, with such milking how can you lose? And just wait for the remake in 5 years or so. Then all new "limited time" stuff will show. You just have to have it in mass. Pffft to it all says my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Collect them all.
For a limited time.
Let your money fall.
They're in their prime.
A set of 5 cups.
So impressive they are.
Has the faces up.
You can see the star.
Action figures are here.
Excuse me, collectible figures.
They have some sweet gear,
And it easily configures.
Get the shirt too.
Wear it oh so proud.
Everyone will acknowledge you.
You'll stand out in a crowd.
Even if 1000 others have the shirt.
You'll still stand out.
Some guy or girl will flirt,
Because it has such clout.
Don't forget the shoes.
With them you'll make the news.
You sure can't lose.
Yes, we even got our own booze.
Get drunk on fame.
It is the best beer.
It may taste the same,
But it has added cheer.
Don't forget our sticker.
We even have it on toilet paper.
What better way to wipe quicker,
Than with a sticker for your caper.
And finally there is the car.
It drives really, really fast.
It was used by our star.
Get one as they won't last.
Did I say finally?
Bah, that was a lie.
We can administer our gear spinally,
Then you may even, though probably not, be able to fly.
Are you ready to get that cup collection? Does the thought of flying give you a great umm err detection? You can even get some great booze. Wow, with such milking how can you lose? And just wait for the remake in 5 years or so. Then all new "limited time" stuff will show. You just have to have it in mass. Pffft to it all says my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
September 7, 2016
A Little Forth And Back Insecure Attack!
Summer's at an end,So they say.Who are the they they send?Beats me, okay.
Still warm though.Then it may not be.I wrote this in snow.The verse wanted to fly free.
What is my point?Don't sit and mutter.I'll get there at my joint.Even if I have to go gutter.
Summer is gone.Fall is here.Almost with its con.Still hot I fear.
Whoops, been there.Whoops, done that.Did I get a stare?Yep, I'm a dingcat.
Nope, not dingbat.They have wings.I'm a cat.Among other things.
Back on task.Bring forth I do.What you may ask?Why, something that's true.
Summer will return.You'll see it once more.May even get a sun burn, Being a real clown at your shore.
Unless there is an ice age.Unless you have a heart attack.My, aren't I cheery on my page.Hey, cheer I never lack.
So get the forth and back?Or maybe back and forth?Pffft to each insecurity attack,Ship it very very far north.
Solved it all for you. Pack you insecurity up at your zoo. Mail it to the North Pole. Santa will take it for a stroll. Some things you can control and some things will just continue to roll. So pffft to the poor pitiful me. The sun again you will see. Summer shall come back once more and you too shall bounce back at your shore. Just don't bounce on my grass as you may fall on my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
September 6, 2016
Hey Diddle Diddle We're In The Middle!
And yet another instance of why humans can't count the cat will add to the amount. I guess it is too high and when they can't round they just cry. But we did the rounding so now the middle is surrounding.
No need to fiddle,
Just use the middle.
The numbers, they suck.
Who gives a fluckity fluck.
Not little old me.
Not one bit at my sea.
Act like it's a riddle,
And use the middle.
It's the middle of fall.
Wait, did summer stall?
Not even fall yet.
Damn, all because you got wet?
It's the middle of winter.
Not even time to smash a printer.
Yet we had a little cold.
So the middle had to take hold.
It's the middle of summer.
Damn, that is a bummer.
It's not even hot.
Spring is still hot to trot.
It's the middle of the season.
Christmas is about to commit treason.
Christmas has a season and a middle all its own?
Damn, Santa must know who to phone.
It's the middle of the day.
Said at 3 on display.
Nope, sorry, you fail.
The middle hit the trail.
It's the middle of the night.
2 am takes flight.
Whoops, wrong once more.
Did the middle show you the door?
In the middle of a store.
But damn, you're near the door.
Yep, so middle you are.
Maybe you walked too far?
So is the middle a riddle?
You sure like the wrong middle.
A middle with which to fiddle.
But in the middle you can diddle.
Are you going to get in the middle of this? Does the middle bring you bliss? Maybe you are the middle child and just take the middle and run wild. Is that the human excuse for all the middle use? Either way I'll go roll in the middle of some grass. I'll measure it out with my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
No need to fiddle,
Just use the middle.
The numbers, they suck.
Who gives a fluckity fluck.
Not little old me.
Not one bit at my sea.
Act like it's a riddle,
And use the middle.
It's the middle of fall.
Wait, did summer stall?
Not even fall yet.
Damn, all because you got wet?
It's the middle of winter.
Not even time to smash a printer.
Yet we had a little cold.
So the middle had to take hold.
It's the middle of summer.
Damn, that is a bummer.
It's not even hot.
Spring is still hot to trot.
It's the middle of the season.
Christmas is about to commit treason.
Christmas has a season and a middle all its own?
Damn, Santa must know who to phone.
It's the middle of the day.
Said at 3 on display.
Nope, sorry, you fail.
The middle hit the trail.
It's the middle of the night.
2 am takes flight.
Whoops, wrong once more.
Did the middle show you the door?
In the middle of a store.
But damn, you're near the door.
Yep, so middle you are.
Maybe you walked too far?
So is the middle a riddle?
You sure like the wrong middle.
A middle with which to fiddle.
But in the middle you can diddle.
Are you going to get in the middle of this? Does the middle bring you bliss? Maybe you are the middle child and just take the middle and run wild. Is that the human excuse for all the middle use? Either way I'll go roll in the middle of some grass. I'll measure it out with my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
September 5, 2016
You're Rich So Scream It At High Pitch!
What was that? You don't believe the cat? Bah, you are as rich as can be. Even if you have no job at your sea. As long as some money is there, you are rich, I swear.
Make a buck.
Make a tip.
Screw the luck,
Sailed that ship.
A buck on the street.
That sure is grand.
Pick it up for a treat,
And tune up the band.
You are rich.
Rich as can be.
No need to bitch.
Just follow with me.
Paid that bill.
Paid it in full.
What a thrill,
You have some pull.
Reading this, right?
Reading it here?
It is in your sight,
So stick with me, dear.
I used that word.
Bah, oh well.
It may be absurd,
But what the hell.
With riches for all.
It can be said.
Rich at your hall,
Even when dead.
Like Dr. Seuss.
Richer than most alive.
Even with a dead caboose,
His estate can survive.
But that's off track.
That is really rich.
In nothing they lack,
Even dead in a ditch.
You read this, right?
I asked that already.
But whether day or night,
You read it steady.
Means you are richer than a huge percentage of the world with no internet use. Look at you, avoiding the poor noose. You are also richer than kings of the past. At least many with a steady 9-5 blast. Even with inflation at play you are richer than some king dingalings that had their say. Don't you feel oh so rich now? I'm sure you'll get over it somehow. Wow, we are all one rich mass. I'll have to go out and bronze my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Make a buck.
Make a tip.
Screw the luck,
Sailed that ship.
A buck on the street.
That sure is grand.
Pick it up for a treat,
And tune up the band.
You are rich.
Rich as can be.
No need to bitch.
Just follow with me.
Paid that bill.
Paid it in full.
What a thrill,
You have some pull.
Reading this, right?
Reading it here?
It is in your sight,
So stick with me, dear.
I used that word.
Bah, oh well.
It may be absurd,
But what the hell.
With riches for all.
It can be said.
Rich at your hall,
Even when dead.
Like Dr. Seuss.
Richer than most alive.
Even with a dead caboose,
His estate can survive.
But that's off track.
That is really rich.
In nothing they lack,
Even dead in a ditch.
You read this, right?
I asked that already.
But whether day or night,
You read it steady.
Means you are richer than a huge percentage of the world with no internet use. Look at you, avoiding the poor noose. You are also richer than kings of the past. At least many with a steady 9-5 blast. Even with inflation at play you are richer than some king dingalings that had their say. Don't you feel oh so rich now? I'm sure you'll get over it somehow. Wow, we are all one rich mass. I'll have to go out and bronze my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
September 4, 2016
A Real Tizzy With Productive Or Busy!
The cat can get all done even if the work is crap and no fun. But what about the work? Do you find the work a jerk? There are different kinds you know. Like productive work or busy work on the go.
Productive as can be.
Look at little old thee.
Go, go, go each day.
Slaving away for pay.
But which is it?
Some donkey work shit?
As in the busy crap,
That makes you want to get busy taking a nap.
Or maybe the good stuff.
You know, the work that isn't fluff.
Like actually doing a project,
And not wanting to defect.
Or maybe it's the mundane.
Same shit each day and same lane.
One, two, three.
Busy work for thee.
At least you aren't twiddling your thumbs.
Or staring outside at passerbys bums.
Hey, to each their own.
Maybe I'll leave your bum staring alone.
But does busy work = not bored?
Boredom can still be stored.
Especially when you want to take a nap.
A nap could mean an energy zap.
Which equals boredom to me.
Does it to thee?
Busy and on the go,
Doesn't always mean busy, you know.
Am I getting deep?
Or just a confusing leap?
Maybe get busy understanding,
And you'll stick that landing.
In confusion do you jump?
Maybe just get a good hump.
Hey, either can being getting busy.
One just may make you dizzy.
Is the mundane busy?
Does it leave you in a tizzy?
Maybe it makes you dizzy.
Wishing for productive and not busy.
Which do you like best? The busy or the productive work fest? Maybe there is another one. The bum and do no work can be fun. At least the cat thinks so. But I don't have to pay bills, you know. Now I'll go get busy taking a nap with Cass. I don't need any type of busy work for my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Productive as can be.
Look at little old thee.
Go, go, go each day.
Slaving away for pay.
But which is it?
Some donkey work shit?
As in the busy crap,
That makes you want to get busy taking a nap.
Or maybe the good stuff.
You know, the work that isn't fluff.
Like actually doing a project,
And not wanting to defect.
Or maybe it's the mundane.
Same shit each day and same lane.
One, two, three.
Busy work for thee.
At least you aren't twiddling your thumbs.
Or staring outside at passerbys bums.
Hey, to each their own.
Maybe I'll leave your bum staring alone.
But does busy work = not bored?
Boredom can still be stored.
Especially when you want to take a nap.
A nap could mean an energy zap.
Which equals boredom to me.
Does it to thee?
Busy and on the go,
Doesn't always mean busy, you know.
Am I getting deep?
Or just a confusing leap?
Maybe get busy understanding,
And you'll stick that landing.
In confusion do you jump?
Maybe just get a good hump.
Hey, either can being getting busy.
One just may make you dizzy.
Is the mundane busy?
Does it leave you in a tizzy?
Maybe it makes you dizzy.
Wishing for productive and not busy.
Which do you like best? The busy or the productive work fest? Maybe there is another one. The bum and do no work can be fun. At least the cat thinks so. But I don't have to pay bills, you know. Now I'll go get busy taking a nap with Cass. I don't need any type of busy work for my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
September 3, 2016
A Popular Trait Takes The Bait!
Have you ever thought about the popular crap? That's just what it may be across the map. I'd go and use shit though. It has more oomph you know. Confused at my lair? Bah, you'll get there.
Popular as can be.
This and that from sea to sea.
But not that and this.
Wait, sea to sea is a miss.
What's popular here,
Over there strikes fear.
What's popular now,
Goes away somehow.
At least one can hope.
Who wants to see a dope?
Seems many surely do.
Many nuts popular with a loose screw.
The moral is,
If I go all moral biz,
If even the more counts,
Good doesn't = amounts.
Oh praise be.
Best thing ever to see.
1,000,000 sheep this so.
But it's the equivalent of, you know.
Wait! 1,000,000 people can't be wrong.
They are all singing the same song.
Pffft go join the sheep.
There "great" runs no so deep.
Have to fit in.
So give the popular thing a spin.
Baa baa black sheep.
Follow Little Bo Peep.
Whoopsy, I stepped on popularity there.
The PC nuts may come and swear.
Because that nursery rhyme is as racist as can be.
Popular to find shit where it isn't there with glee.
A douchebag says it's okay.
So come and play.
They beat Little Bo Peep.
After all, they are an elected creep.
They can't lie.
And I'm really that Elvis guy.
That is a popular comparison too.
I guess I do go popular once in a while at my zoo.
What about you? Follow the trend at your zoo? Do you baa like a sheep? Believe in some egotistic creep? Tell the cat so he can make fun. Maybe a new What Off can be spun. Pffft to thinking something is popular or cool because it is said by some creep, brain dead turd, paid endorser, or fool. Maybe I should pass some popular gas? Then all would be in a fog and send riches to my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Popular as can be.
This and that from sea to sea.
But not that and this.
Wait, sea to sea is a miss.
What's popular here,
Over there strikes fear.
What's popular now,
Goes away somehow.
At least one can hope.
Who wants to see a dope?
Seems many surely do.
Many nuts popular with a loose screw.
The moral is,
If I go all moral biz,
If even the more counts,
Good doesn't = amounts.
Oh praise be.
Best thing ever to see.
1,000,000 sheep this so.
But it's the equivalent of, you know.
Wait! 1,000,000 people can't be wrong.
They are all singing the same song.
Pffft go join the sheep.
There "great" runs no so deep.
Have to fit in.
So give the popular thing a spin.
Baa baa black sheep.
Follow Little Bo Peep.
Whoopsy, I stepped on popularity there.
The PC nuts may come and swear.
Because that nursery rhyme is as racist as can be.
Popular to find shit where it isn't there with glee.
A douchebag says it's okay.
So come and play.
They beat Little Bo Peep.
After all, they are an elected creep.
They can't lie.
And I'm really that Elvis guy.
That is a popular comparison too.
I guess I do go popular once in a while at my zoo.
What about you? Follow the trend at your zoo? Do you baa like a sheep? Believe in some egotistic creep? Tell the cat so he can make fun. Maybe a new What Off can be spun. Pffft to thinking something is popular or cool because it is said by some creep, brain dead turd, paid endorser, or fool. Maybe I should pass some popular gas? Then all would be in a fog and send riches to my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
September 2, 2016
Blaze A Trail To Fail?
You humans sure go about things in a weird way. Why can't you just say no at your bay? Instead you have to go through this, that and the other thing. You'd think some were born a dingaling.
A great job is here.
I want it is your cheer.
You go and get ready.
Standing good and steady.
That was a great date.
Could be "the one" mate.
You promise to call,
As you had a ball.
That felt great.
Exercise the heart rate.
Got it done and them some.
Look at that toned bum.
Got the budget down.
You walk like you have a crown.
As in with your nose in the air.
You did it at your lair.
Could be more.
Plenty from shore to shore.
But we don't have all day.
So on with it at my bay.
Whoops, you mumble.
The job did tumble.
You act like you don't care.
Job no longer there.
You never call back.
Want to avoid flack.
Who needs that date?
Pfft to any old mate.
You did it once.
Now be a dunce.
Sit on your ass.
Go pass some gas.
Kept to a budget with ease.
But now you have fleas.
As in that little itch.
You bought a golden ditch.
Self sabotage at play.
You needed none of that anyway.
Life is fine as is.
Keep up the self failing biz.
Do you self sabotage or fail at your sea? Who wants to do that on purpose and for free? I suppose if fear comes into play. That new job can be soooooooooooo scary every day. That date may really be a serial killer. Who needs such life filler? Just sabotage yourself with ease. It is such a breeze. Pffft more brains in the singing bass. But then you humans can amuse my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
A great job is here.
I want it is your cheer.
You go and get ready.
Standing good and steady.
That was a great date.
Could be "the one" mate.
You promise to call,
As you had a ball.
That felt great.
Exercise the heart rate.
Got it done and them some.
Look at that toned bum.
Got the budget down.
You walk like you have a crown.
As in with your nose in the air.
You did it at your lair.
Could be more.
Plenty from shore to shore.
But we don't have all day.
So on with it at my bay.
Whoops, you mumble.
The job did tumble.
You act like you don't care.
Job no longer there.
You never call back.
Want to avoid flack.
Who needs that date?
Pfft to any old mate.
You did it once.
Now be a dunce.
Sit on your ass.
Go pass some gas.
Kept to a budget with ease.
But now you have fleas.
As in that little itch.
You bought a golden ditch.
Self sabotage at play.
You needed none of that anyway.
Life is fine as is.
Keep up the self failing biz.
Do you self sabotage or fail at your sea? Who wants to do that on purpose and for free? I suppose if fear comes into play. That new job can be soooooooooooo scary every day. That date may really be a serial killer. Who needs such life filler? Just sabotage yourself with ease. It is such a breeze. Pffft more brains in the singing bass. But then you humans can amuse my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
September 1, 2016
A Little Cuss With The Bus!
So long ago when Pat didn't have four wheels, he had to make devil deals. That is ride the stinkin bus. That place is enough to make any cuss. I went and looked at this huge feature, there is many a mighty scary human creature.
Come ride the bus,
Don't make a fuss.
Just ride the bus.
Go round and round with us.
You have the fat guy.
He isn't very spry.
Takes up two seats if he does sit.
If standing, you have a face full of umm shit.
The really stinky ones.
Did they have the runs?
Wearing yesterday's clothes.
Need a plug for your nose.
The prim and proper.
They think they are a show stopper.
But then they are on the bus.
Hmmm doesn't impress us.
The poor lad or lass,
Those are in mass.
Been there, done that.
Pat, not the cat.
The fun every day rider.
Stuck on that bus like a spider.
Forward and back.
You can watch as they have a snack.
The rider for joy.
Nope, it isn't a ploy.
They ride the bus for fun.
Insane, each and every one.
The happy drunk.
Smells like a skunk.
Sensing a pattern here?
Many smell like a rear
And the worst of all.
The one you'd like to push into a wall.
But then they'd whine about the wall,
While going on and on about nature's call.
Yep, the hippy dippy tree hugger.
Uses the bus as a grocery lugger,
And everything else under the sun,
While yapping how the bus should be used by everyone.
Don't you love taking the bus? Does the bus make you fuss? Do you have to take the thing? I hope you don't have a bus fling. That would just suck. When the cold hits who wants to save a tree or buck? Yeah, the cat will take a pass. I'll avoid those stinky things with my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Come ride the bus,
Don't make a fuss.
Just ride the bus.
Go round and round with us.
You have the fat guy.
He isn't very spry.
Takes up two seats if he does sit.
If standing, you have a face full of umm shit.
The really stinky ones.
Did they have the runs?
Wearing yesterday's clothes.
Need a plug for your nose.
The prim and proper.
They think they are a show stopper.
But then they are on the bus.
Hmmm doesn't impress us.
The poor lad or lass,
Those are in mass.
Been there, done that.
Pat, not the cat.
The fun every day rider.
Stuck on that bus like a spider.
Forward and back.
You can watch as they have a snack.
The rider for joy.
Nope, it isn't a ploy.
They ride the bus for fun.
Insane, each and every one.
The happy drunk.
Smells like a skunk.
Sensing a pattern here?
Many smell like a rear
And the worst of all.
The one you'd like to push into a wall.
But then they'd whine about the wall,
While going on and on about nature's call.
Yep, the hippy dippy tree hugger.
Uses the bus as a grocery lugger,
And everything else under the sun,
While yapping how the bus should be used by everyone.
Don't you love taking the bus? Does the bus make you fuss? Do you have to take the thing? I hope you don't have a bus fling. That would just suck. When the cold hits who wants to save a tree or buck? Yeah, the cat will take a pass. I'll avoid those stinky things with my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
August 31, 2016
A What Off Idiot Spree At My Sea!
Over at Brian the cat's sea he does an opt to adopt spree. But this What Off gets turned around. Nope, not from cat to hound. He is much nicer than me so this What Off let's it fly free. Idiots galore from shore to shore.
I'm so great.
I'm so grand.
I got a new mate,
Here in my land.
Whoopsy, they don't like cats.
Time to send them away.
Even dogs, fish and rats,
Can't have them on display.
I broke up.
They are gone.
I'll get a new pup.
They were a con.
A new love of my life.
Oopsy, goodbye to the pup.
They may be my husband/wife,
Can't have a pup to create a hiccup.
Broke up once more.
Time for a new cat.
And so goes the encore,
With such a rotten ass dingbat.
Then comes a sniffle.
Oh, it is oh so bad.
With a little whiffle,
Cat/dog/etc. time has been had.
Got a new child.
It is so great.
But the cat/dog/etc. runs wild.
Goodbye is their fate.
Idiots galore.
Opt to adopt?
Toss them off shore,
A philosophy to adopt.
Watch as they drown,
In fish crap all over.
Please any cat in town,
As well as any rover.
Opt to adopt them all?
The fishes say, Hell no!
Let them have a great fall,
Drowning in fish shit below.
There was quite the spin on opt to adopt. Stupid humans should be forced to adopt that opt. Care to opt to adopt that one and toss them in a lake? Hmm make a horse kick them in so you won't get a law breaking mistake. Seen a few who gave pets up time and time again due to relationships at their den. Idiots they are in mass. Such people aren't even good enough to kiss my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
I'm so great.
I'm so grand.
I got a new mate,
Here in my land.
Whoopsy, they don't like cats.
Time to send them away.
Even dogs, fish and rats,
Can't have them on display.
I broke up.
They are gone.
I'll get a new pup.
They were a con.
A new love of my life.
Oopsy, goodbye to the pup.
They may be my husband/wife,
Can't have a pup to create a hiccup.
Broke up once more.
Time for a new cat.
And so goes the encore,
With such a rotten ass dingbat.
Then comes a sniffle.
Oh, it is oh so bad.
With a little whiffle,
Cat/dog/etc. time has been had.
Got a new child.
It is so great.
But the cat/dog/etc. runs wild.
Goodbye is their fate.
Idiots galore.
Opt to adopt?
Toss them off shore,
A philosophy to adopt.
Watch as they drown,
In fish crap all over.
Please any cat in town,
As well as any rover.
Opt to adopt them all?
The fishes say, Hell no!
Let them have a great fall,
Drowning in fish shit below.
There was quite the spin on opt to adopt. Stupid humans should be forced to adopt that opt. Care to opt to adopt that one and toss them in a lake? Hmm make a horse kick them in so you won't get a law breaking mistake. Seen a few who gave pets up time and time again due to relationships at their den. Idiots they are in mass. Such people aren't even good enough to kiss my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
August 30, 2016
A What Off View That May Scare You!
Betty stopped viewing from a bench and threw in a What Off wrench. It was quite as weird as can be. Who knew she could go all scary spree? I guess now all do with these in view.
Big scary teeth.Who cares what's beneath.They'll eat you whole.A view from which you must stroll.
Dead in the back.A view you want to lack.You'll see it and die.At least you won't see eye to eye.
A view not for you.Blah at any zoo.Maybe not for a mutt.But they sniff a butt.
A view of umm this.Food and bliss.Bliss and food.Isn't that rude?
A view of the creepy.Movie may make you weepy.Garbage Pal kids.Smelling like trash lids.
A creepy clown.He's gonna track you down.Did you get a view of it? Better run for a good long bit.
Giving birth.Do it all over Earth.Now a view you can see.Doesn't it impress thee?
Boobs galore.They are in store.Love that view?Okay to admit it to be true.
The return view.Seen a time or two.Even at Jax's place.Love the zombie feet embrace?
And this is your view,After all has come due. Can I get an ewwww?Maybe an eww times two.
Did any scare you? Have to look away upon view? Maybe Betty shouldn't go What Off any day. Stick to views from a bench at her bay. Or is that a bench with a view? Hey, my way works too. Did you enjoy the scary mass? Bah, is all that needs to be said by my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Big scary teeth.Who cares what's beneath.They'll eat you whole.A view from which you must stroll.
Dead in the back.A view you want to lack.You'll see it and die.At least you won't see eye to eye.
A view not for you.Blah at any zoo.Maybe not for a mutt.But they sniff a butt.
A view of umm this.Food and bliss.Bliss and food.Isn't that rude?
A view of the creepy.Movie may make you weepy.Garbage Pal kids.Smelling like trash lids.
A creepy clown.He's gonna track you down.Did you get a view of it? Better run for a good long bit.
Giving birth.Do it all over Earth.Now a view you can see.Doesn't it impress thee?
Boobs galore.They are in store.Love that view?Okay to admit it to be true.
The return view.Seen a time or two.Even at Jax's place.Love the zombie feet embrace?
And this is your view,After all has come due. Can I get an ewwww?Maybe an eww times two.
Did any scare you? Have to look away upon view? Maybe Betty shouldn't go What Off any day. Stick to views from a bench at her bay. Or is that a bench with a view? Hey, my way works too. Did you enjoy the scary mass? Bah, is all that needs to be said by my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
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