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June 30, 2016

Just For You For A Umm Screw?

Who needs fireworks in the sky when you have your own girl or guy? You can make your own, bringing along a moan and groan. You don't have one of those? Let the cat save you from such woes.

I just literally can't even.
Is it odd that I'm leavin?
I am a Tom boy.
Any Tom's fall for your ploy?

I just moved back from back
Damn, that clears things up at your shack.
Super down on earth
So Mars has better worth?

Escape this prison with me
Sorry, jailbirds can't fly free.
Will up date soon.
So you down dated like a loon?

caht a 420 friendly gurl up
And lose brain cells becoming a pup
My friends tell me I'm a catch
So only friends you can fetch?

I try not to take myself to seriously most days
Can you point seriously out with a single gaze?
Not seeking "every day" fun
So just every other day you give it a run?

Always up for something high
Until you fall down and die.
Will you bring me into home
Not unless you go where the cows roam.

I have sticky note in my closet door
Beats have a sticky umm floor.
Dog camping is the best
Hmm a style you keep close to the vest?

Willing to wait to be complete
So you didn't come out nice and neat?
Let just get this out of your way
Damn, manual labor on display?

I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry.
Wow, you must have a rough time keeping a guy.
Product Information: this package contains...
Nut case free, so I don't care for the remains.

No pic? No dice. Look I rhymed.
Sorry, dead wrong with what you chimed.
I'm not one to talk about myself but...
Those 6 paragraphs say otherwise at your hut.

And there you are. You can now get a date at your sand bar. Some may make fireworks come due even if they scare you. No need to thank the cat. We are happy to do it where we are at. I never said you'd get upper class. I'm not that helpful of a little rhyming ass.

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June 29, 2016

A Holiday Plan For A Tan!

The cat hears this all the time. I bet I'd even hear it from a mime. If they did more than play with their hands that is. I am talking about the holiday plan biz.

The holiday is here,
Everyone give a cheer.
Going to do this and that.
Going to add to the stat.

That is fine.
That can be divine.
But every single one,
Come this yapping run.

What are you going to do for the holiday?
Here it comes, like you need some big foray.
I'm going to stay home and avoid the lines,
Tends to get some wtf facial signs.

Keep my dough.
Not run to and fro.
Or fro and to.
If that works for you.

Not get stuck in traffic like rush hour.
Which really has no rushing power.
Sitting there and wasting gas,
Has no need to come to pass.

Not stand in a long line.
Those annoy the feline.
There one shall stand,
All across the land.

Not to mention the sweat.
Yep, that's a safe bet.
Sweat up a storm.
Unless the beach is a norm.

The sand in your crack.
That can sure attack.
Can be rather itchy too.
Who needs that to come due?

I could fly on a plane?
Yeah, choose the wrong lane.
A hand up your ass comes to pass.
Does that get you bumped up to first class?

So with each ask,
They get the same task.
I'll wait until the holiday is gone,
Not falling for the con.

The cat is no fun, I know. But with less around it is easier to run to and fro. So what are your plans for the holiday? Had to give that a say. Now I will go relieve some holiday gas from my little rhyming ass.

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June 28, 2016

Glossary Of Me At Our Sea!

Are you confused daily at my sea? Well now I will help thee. The cat is so nice. I even do it for a free price. How will I un-confuse you? Why with a glossary of my zoo.

This you may need.
This is for you.
A glossary of my feed,
With things that come due.

Whelmed means fine as can be.
Not over and not under,
With its whelmed spree.
Whelmed I will plunder.

Feed means the thingy you clicked,
You know, the one to get here.
Nope, you aren't tricked.
Unless using Google's search gear.

Whoopdi Friggin Doo means more than one.
Could be an I don't care.
Or maybe said in fun.
But it has definitions to spare.

Pffffft means nonsense has come due.
It get used quite a bit.
Sometimes it is short to view,
Other times I go on a long pffffffting fit.

Blogland means blogs out there.
That one was easy as can be.
But I wanted to be fair.
Can't miss anything that could confuse thee.

Sea gets a calling here and there.
It obviously means where we reside.
There is a sea by our lair.
So there is no crossing any divide.

Look means read.
Hey, had to say.
See is the same at my feed.
Unless a YouTube display.

Thingy Magiggy means a number of things.
Can't really nail that down.
It could be trash with wings,
That flies over your town.

Finally, Little Rhyming Ass means all of me.
My actual ass doesn't rhyme.
Not even if on a gas spree.
At least it has no grime.

All better now? Did that really wow? Have you figured things out? Not confused by each shout? Or did I just confuse more? That is also fine at my shore. I think I'll go roll in the grass with my actual little rhyming ass.

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June 27, 2016

Tell Me A Lie On The Fly!

If I were to say that I tell no lies at my bay would I be lying on display? Are you sure about that? Care to share your answer with the cat? Wait a moment on it. I'll prove I don't lie one bit.

3 months ago,
Change came to my show.
It was change and then some.
For I picked a plump plum.

Yep, it was so ripe,
That it is hard to type.
Good thing I was far ahead.
This blog would have been dead.

By plum I mean numbers,
Then while everyone slumbers,
The impossible came due.
I won the lottery at my zoo.

It was a miracle indeed.
So amazing that it took seed.
50 million all for me.
I now have a huge sea.

A football field for a yard.
Mowing it isn't hard.
Hire someone for that.
I am a rich cat.

A room all for me,
With many a cat tree.
There I play all day.
Cassie even decides to play.

I gave a loonie to the bums,
As they stuck out their thumbs.
I'm not sure they liked that.
I think they cursed the cat.

Some searched me out.
I made them pout.
No sob story can fool me.
I just climbed my cat tree.

I built a underground compound too.
I can hide there if aliens invade our zoo.
I have enough food and water for 10 years stored away.
So I'll survive come what may.

I still have 30 million left.
It has such heft.
Can write all day.
No longer have to slave away.

Are you a millionaire too? Have a giant zoo? Are you jealous of the millionaire cat? What? I'm lying where I am at? You picked up on that did you? I guess I will tell a lie at my zoo. Or maybe I can blame the singing bass. He forced me to lie out my little rhyming ass.

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June 26, 2016

Care To Go With This Flow?

Did you pass go but you got no dough? Damn, off to jail you must go. It may cost more than 200 bucks though. But you can vacation in style. Although you may want to bring a file.

 
Get your hole digging ready.You may need to dig steady.Hopefully 20 years is does not take you,Give or take a few.
Alcatraz Hotel is the place for you.There you can have no view.You get thrown in the slammer.No need to even throw down the hammer.
Has 56 rooms.Even for brides and grooms.There you can play,In a cell all day.
It was a German prison that was fixed up.You may need your own water cup.Nah, they'll pass you that.Along with some food where you're at.
But through a slot in the door.Hopefully it doesn't fall to the floor. That would be bad.5 second rule is still had.
You get barred windows,For those crack shows.They have a curtain though,Just so you know.
You also get a loo,But it's out there to view.Right in the corner of the room.So bad gas may loom.
Has a conference center as well.That is just swell.Can hold a whole group.Bring a whole travel troop.
Open 24hrs as well.So you can ring a bell,Poof, the guards will be there.Helping you out at their lair.
Ready to visit today?Alcatraz Hotel actually looks like an interesting stay.A cushy prison for one and all.It even has an elevator down the hall.  Did you know there was such a thing out there? And not even at the actual tourist trap Alcatraz with it's lair. Kaiserslautern is the place. No chance I can say that at any pace. Ready to go to jail and sing jailhouse rock in mass? I'd just slip through the bars with my little rhyming ass.

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June 25, 2016

A Little News Fly From Upon High!

Did you know much is coming due? Well now you will at my zoo. For the cat has seen headlines once more and there is plenty in store.

2019: Elvis come back from the dead.
He comes back with a bald head.
4876: animals take over.
That includes good old rover.

5483: Baseball is played in space.
That may get a funny face.
8365: Humans no longer the dominant race.
I guess many aliens Earth does embrace.

3123: Earth almost explodes due to alien attack.
I guess those aliens gave us flack.
2024: Cat saves the day.
Don't we do that anyway?

2036: Fossil fuel runs out.
That will make many shout.
6583: Skynet goes offline.
Damn, who allowed it to align?

5493: Psychic wins the lottery jackpot.
I bet it was rigged or a robot.
2136: Fleas are extinct on Earth.
Now that is a headline of worth.

2154: Alien dogs bring fleas back.
Figures the butt sniffers would be a flea ridden pack.
6590: Remakes are outlawed everywhere.
I'll be dead, what do I care?

4832: Blue's shoe is found.
Hmm long after he was around.
4343: Cooking is no longer allowed.
It draws too big of a crowd.

2138: Vegas gets sucked into a sink hole.
I guess it was a very bad roll?
3137: Self cleaning diapers are created.
Parents everywhere are elated.

7392: Earth gets hit with a giant shrink ray.
Damn, that can't be a very nice day.
2034: Rainbow with pot of gold appears.
To that I give a few cheers.

2065: Flying cars crash and halt all production.
Hey, they'd be a good population reduction.
9999: The world ends.
How it ends? That depends.

There you go. Now you are in the know. You can tell your great great great grand kids what to expect for their life. May want to tell them to arm with more than a knife. The cat will let you know if any more come to pass from my future news headline seeing little rhyming ass.

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June 24, 2016

Round Forty Seven Falls From Heaven!

The search engine nuts have returned once more. I still get a few at my shore. Although they are dropping off a bit thanks to Google's little hit. But what they heck. These are the ones on deck.

rock around the clonsx

Do I want to know? Wrap it in a bow?

scooby dum is snoring

Back for Blue and his Scooby Doo.

poor fashion sense

That may be me here at my sea.

big boobs pasties mimes

A fetish you can keep, you mime loving creep.

fear of mimes

Called you a nut. Get over it at your hut.

couples draing lizards

A loo for two? Umm err ewwww.

my left foots junk

Did you step in shit? It's okay to admit it.

Have a pimple popper

A redneck lover today. She'll pop it at your bay.

Why can't i type

Because you can't. All you get at my plant.

horny and wild

Go to Bora Bora. There you can Whora Whora.

Grudgy toes and feet

Zombie feet lovers galore. They found my shore.

facts on sex

Hmmm not gonna get that here. Snip snip I fear.

Kite flying clowns

There is a skill. Dress up and fly a kite to thrill.

Froggy love scenes

Some frog hopping sex? Now that may convex.

And the winner of today sure had a lot to say. I wonder who searches such crap at their bay. Actually I really do not. I don't want to know the meaning to this plot.

Fake tits on Arnold at Mary's party
Are any of the Mary's having wild parties at their place? Does an Arnold come over and embrace? Do they feel real? Okay, I'm done with that ordeal. And so another search engine batch has come to pass of those who find my little rhyming ass.

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June 23, 2016

A 2000 Day Comes To Play!

2000 is a nice round number. Seeing that allows my OCD to slumber. But 2000 what? We talked about this at my hut. It was only 6 months ago. Old minds need a refresher, I know.

The 2000's are here.
Or just 2000 plain?
Have nothing to fear,
I'll end your brain pain.

Facebook came along.
It challenged everyone.
They all sang the song,
And whined by the ton.

The dot com bubble peaked.
That is sure a shame.
Wish it still leaked,
And hadn't gotten tame.

The first iPod came to pass.
Now there is a winner.
Today they come out each ass,
Have an iPod for dinner.

SpongeBob hit the decade mark.
Did you celebrate it?
Squarepants have such bark.
Or maybe they are loaded with umm spit.

Twitter came to be.
Could tweet like a bird.
Except most tweets you see,
Are far more annoying and absurd.

Poor Pluto got the shaft.
It was demoted.
Got kicked off the raft.
Damn, shouldn't we have voted?

YouTube came to play.
Tunes can now be heard.
Along with many a display.
Some worse than a stuck turd. 

And best of all,
The crazy were proven dumb.
For with the Y2K call,
They were talking out their bum.

That's the best?
Damn, move further ahead.
For by adding this to the rest,
I've put 2000 posts to bed.

Did you guess it from the start or did you suffer a brain fart? The cat did say he had 2000 done. Really wasn't that long ago Youtube and such were given a run. Now so ingrained they are. But 2000 posts will take the fame at my sand bar. I'm now nearing 2400 just so you know. Damn, they sure appear rather slow. Or maybe I'm just mouthy with sass. That sure works fine for my 2000 posted little rhyming ass.

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Published on June 23, 2016 03:00

June 22, 2016

Plop Pea Pop!

P's are a popping and they aren't stopping. Or would that be peas? I'll let you figure that out while the cat pees. Get the P of today? You will with this kids book display.

Plop Pea Pop.
Pop Pea Plop.
Peas Plop Plop.
Peas Pop Pop.

Popping Peacock Pops Peas.
Popping Peacock Peas Please.
Puffy Pig Piles Pea Pots.
Picking Pea Popped Plots.

Plop Pea Pop.
Pop Pea Plop.
Peas Plop Plop.
Peas Pop Pop.

Popped Peas Plop.
Popping Peacock Pop.
Puffy Pig Plots,
Pop Per Pots.

Plop Pea Pop.
Pop Pea Plop.
Peas Plop Plop.
Peas Pop Pop.









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Did any of that make sense? Are you still on the fence? P's and peas but no pees. The P's are a breeze. Do you get it now? Still having a P cow? That may be the way as P's are all on display. And so another kids book has come to pass from my non pea popping little rhyming ass.

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June 21, 2016

From A To Z Along With Me!

The rhyming a to z is back. I do it all in one go at my shack. What will it be about this time? Let's go with a familiar chime. The Blue guy may hate this one. It may make him run. Then if he comes back and runs once more. Would that be a remake encore?

A is for all and its need.
Each day brings a call to make your eyes bleed.
B is for bash, as they have quite the run.
Like a bad rash, remakes are no fun.

C is for clouded, that or can't count.
For minds must be shrouded to remake that amount.
D is for dumb, down the rabbit hole we go.
Look at that chum bury shit with a backhoe.

E is for effort, of which there is none.
By making up a word like Zeffert, I beat everyone.
F is for flick, as in turn it off quick.
Who needs that pick so give it a click.

G is for greed, that is all it is.
Nothing we need, just a cash in biz
H for Hulk, he needs to be real.
Then with his bulk he could smash every deal.

I is for ignite, for a fire needs to be lit.
Instead we get this fright that is complete shit.
J is for Jack, the name of every character ever.
Creativity they lack with their jackass endeavor.

K is for kind, as in one of.
For front or behind, crap when push comes to shove.
L is for low, as in how low they've sunk.
Revenue can't grow if they stink worse than a skunk.

M is for movie, something lost on the crowd.
Now anything is groovy as long as some plastic nut stands proud.
N is for new, which has lost its meaning.
With every view you don't see a new screening.

O is for old, brought back from the dead.
Digging for gold as they hurt your head.
P is for people, as in little old you.
Whether on street or steeple you still watch the crap in view.

Q is for queen, they sit on the screen.
They sure all preen like some hormonal teen.
R is for remake, redo, rehash, re-release, reboot and so much more.
The same old double take by another name with its encore.

S is for shit, as that is what most are.
On them I spit and run over them with a car.
T is for trip, as in it's a waste.
Here is a tip, remakes turn your mind to paste.

U is for underwear because they have less stink.
Even an old mare couldn't have a stink link.
V is for veil, what they all hide behind.
As remake set sail trying to fool mankind.

W is for whore, as in they whore out each brand.
They will explore until it not even your dog can stand.
X is for Xena, yep, being remade too.
She'll laugh like a hyena when I flush it down the loo.

Y is for yes, a simple one at that.
We want to do less, so remake that, stat!
Z is for zipper, as in the one on a body bag.
Take each double dipper and throw them in like a rag.

Anything else to add? Did I get it all at my pad? I guess the remake just brings out the worst in me. I will flip them the bird from sea to sea. Lazy bums from afar. Hit them with a car. Wait! I never said such sass. Don't go quoting my little rhyming ass.

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Published on June 21, 2016 03:00

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