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May 21, 2016

A Date To Aggravate!

The cat figured he would aggravate a few today at his zoo. I mean it is so much fun. It has to be done. Don't I do that anyway? Bah, so it is just like any other day.

There is an escalation,
When dealing with aggravation.
Throw in some agitation,
And you've got the right calibration.

A Brady Bunch theme activation,
Can bring the aggravation.
Even long after cancellation,
It can be a brain infiltration.

A constant tapping dedication,
Will cause some aggravation.
Especially if one is in hibernation,
Or studying for higher education.

Some type of emulation,
Could take some figuration,
But when done with the formulation,
You could be a repeat aggravation.

Talking during meditation,
Will get you yelled at by the federation.
The federation for meditation.
Is there such an aggravation?

Upping the population,
With babies stopping relaxation,
Wailing due to separation,
Can bring about an aggravation.

Especially in aviation,
Which isn't a revelation.
Flying is always an aggravation,
As is public transportation.

Anything with sanitation,
Can cause a situation.
An unsanitary aggravation,
Will surely need ventilation.

The need for relocation,
Can become an aggravation.
The moving and navigation,
Can be quite the embarkation.

So ends my aggravation,
With a simple proclamation,
The cat will aggravate each generation,
Never to be stopped by legislation.

Anything that aggravates you? Did I hit a few? Do you want to sing the Brady Bunch tune? Could have it in your head from night to noon. It's like the song that never ends. Screaming babies drive you around bends? The cat would give them sass. Maybe a swat too from my little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 21, 2016 03:00

May 20, 2016

Today We Loom In The Bedroom!

The cat was arguing the other day, having fun with it at my bay, that electronics should be kept out of the bedroom. I guess we just live in a mushroom. Or the cat is as weird as can be. But the later you knew from me.

Can't have that.
Need every stat.
Need to be involved with all.
Can't have it in the hall.

That is insane.
Go jump a train.
I may have a pain.
Facebook comments need to rain.

What if the world goes boom?
I have to know about that doom.
I need a 70 inch TV to see it.
I want to be able to view every bit.

I might get bored too.
Why not a console in view?
Let's have 2 or 3.
But I don't want to get up to play Wii.

We can lie in bed.
Rest our head,
With a phone stuck to it.
Only move when we need to shit.

Makes everything easy,
It is ever so pleasy.
Open a window to make it breezy.
Can even watch things deemed sleazy.

Forget about sleeping, talking or sex.
Nope, look at those TV specs.
They are just right.
I can watch it all night.

Oh, my phone rang.
They want to hang.
I can't do that.
This is where it's at.

Texting is best.
No need to be a guest.
Digital is the way.
Can lie there all day.

So don't be crazy.
I'm not lazy.
With my 70 inch TV and phone,
I'll never be in the bedroom alone.

Have electronics up the ying yang in your place? The cat makes it an electronic free space. I can walk ten feet into the other room. Getting up won't bring me doom. I suppose there is a fan and a clock though. Does that count at my show? To each their own with such a pass, but we'll keep it electronic free for my little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 20, 2016 03:00

May 19, 2016

And We're Back At Our Shack!

The cat bit Pat. He needed to get us another book, stat. It worked out too. For now we have another book with Cassie and I come due. Added another to the pile as well. Like 58 kids book wise now that has fell.

Cassie and The Wild Cat,
Were chewing the fat.
I mean napping at their sea.
When they heard something whiny.

The Wild Cat ran away.
He was a chicken that day.
It was a hair puller in their home.
That thing had to roam.

So they took her away.
She just wanted to play.
Cassie would have none of that.
Neither would The Wild Cat.

From a Handy Dalmatian,
Back from a vacation,
To a superhero with buns,
In which she had tons,

They tried to make her stay.
They wanted her to go away.
Even meeting a goat in a boat.
Will any land get the kid's vote?











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Cassie and The Wild Cat are always fun to do. This one I mixed in places from 6 other books too. Can do that when you own them all. No copyright crap at my hall. So many books get to come into play all from Cassie and I trying to get a hair puller out of our bay. Thankfully no real one has come to pass. That would really annoy my little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 19, 2016 03:00

May 18, 2016

No Like With This Hike?

Seems some people think Cassie does not like me. That just is not true at our sea. You don't believe the cat? I can prove it where we are at. Just you wait and see. She sure likes little old me.


Look at that stare.She doesn't care.Or does she?Wait and see.

Look! She copies me.That is a form of flattery.So you humans say. Stretching out at our bay.

She can pin her ears like me. Copying again at our sea.A bit blurry though.So may not be good proof to give a go.

Do you see her sitting there?Of course you do as you stare.Do you think she is all alone?Well then just hold the phone.

She is with me.She likes the cat tree,But she's still with me. Can you really see?

My tongue is just like that.I never stuck it out at that cat.Nope, not little old me.She still likes my tongue and bat ears spree.

Well maybe this tongue is true.But I'm out of her view.She can't see me.That is a fine way to be.

No, I never smacked her ass.I wouldn't do that to Cass.You can't prove it.Not one little bit.

Is that a neck chew?Bah, don't believe what's in view.It is just a lick.Nope, it's not a trick.

A lick like that.From the cat. She must like me.In a small dose spree.
Did I prove it to you now? Cassie may have a bit of a cow, but she still likes me. Hmm, am I protesting too much at my sea? Maybe it was that extra whack to her ass. Bah, that's forgiven by Cass. She already gave me sass. I'm just a likable little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 18, 2016 03:00

May 17, 2016

Round Forty Six Gets In Some Licks!

The cat has a few more nuts at play as they somehow found my bay. I guess they like little old me. Hmmm, that may be bad as I attract the creepy at my sea.

myzooyap

So you make animals sounds as you yap? Trying to have a mate fall for your trap?

stir up shit sit back and watch it stink cartoon

There is a cartoon on that? Ewww says the cat.

suck my egg

No thank you. That would be more eww.

words that ryhme with "fun will be had"

Done with you lad. Run from my pad.

caught wearing a diaper

Well that won't thrill. May make one feel ill.

pat hatt cowboy

I was in the old west? Was I the best?

my line broken

So is your grammar. Do you have a stammer?

have a cat in  cat

That is neat like a treat that is neat in a treat.

a boat with a goat on the boat

Copy cat. Err umm copy dog where you are at.

vagina purring

Err ummm okay, purr away.

great big boobies

Satisfy your eight year old self? No? Damn you found my shelf.

timeofmylife

Do I look like Green Day? Nope, so take your life away.

giant litterbox poo

Did a dog use it? I don't need to know this shit.

just in time to see me fly

And crash. Hopefully you fell in soft trash.

And the winner of round forty six sure sticks to the licks. Did you guess it by my title used above? Yep, licks they seem to love.

Tongue caught in the middle of wife
Who types this crap? That is one poor chap. Can it even get stuck? Wait, pass the buck. I don't want to know. That will just bring more nuts to my show. So don't go getting your tongue stuck in a lass, and if you do, don't search out my little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 17, 2016 03:00

May 16, 2016

Down Memory Lane With Your Brain!

The cat will work your brain today. I am going to make thoughts pop in at your bay. I wonder what will pop? Will they pop non stop? Is this a Pringle ad? Nah, but the cans make good cat waste holders at any pad.

Be prepared today.
Your brain will play.
It will take you back.
Don't have a heart attack.

The last time you stubbed your toe.
Was it a lethal blow?
When did you last sing?
Did wildlife around you it bring?

What about your last travel?
Did it completely unravel?
The last time you spit something out.
Do you remember what it was about?

The last time you played a game?
I hope that it wasn't lame.
The last show you saw?
Easy one from my rhyming paw.

The last time you walked to work?
Is work and walking a perk?
The last time you took a bus?
Those things really make me fuss.

The last time you almost died?
Had some close calls with the tide.
The last time germs got you?
I hope nothing nasty came due.

The last time you got caught in the rain?
Is your brain facing pain?
The last time I confused you?
Yeah, yesterday at my zoo.

The last time you fell?
Down the stairs can be hell.
The last time you spoke?
Hey, could be a mute bloke.

The last time you got a gift?
Did your spirits lift?
The last time you had gas?
Hmmm, yeah take a pass.

The last time you stepped in something?
Was it something fit for a king?
The last time anyone asked you this?
Did your brain just hiss?

The cat wants to keep you all spry. I have to keep memories in the mind's eye. Is there such an eye? Beats me, used it on the fly. Any good memories come back? Any you wish to toss at your shack? The cat will bring back good and bad. A fun rhyme is just had. Now I will go bug Cass. I have to give her memories of my little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 16, 2016 03:00

May 15, 2016

An Adventure Spree Just For Thee!

Why are you sitting there? You shouldn't be reading my lair. You should be out there jumping from upon high. But don't blame me if you die. What was that? Follow the cat.

You can't sit.
Not one bit.
Who cares about clothes.
Smell like where the cat goes.

Nothing matters.
Not food on platters.
Nope, not one thing.
Not even a fling.

You have to jump.
You have to hump.
You have to fly.
You have to try.

You can't sit.
I said that bit.
I'm such a twit.
Follow my fit?

Be adventurous at your sea.
Every day have such a spree.
Pffft no need for money.
Screw watching things that are funny.

Run with the cows.
Raise some eyebrows.
Fight with a snake.
Beat it with a rake.

Not just one day.
Every day it should be at play.
Adventure has to come.
Don't sit and be numb.

Jump from a bridge.
Climb a huge ridge.
Rob a bank.
Drive a tank.

Speed down the road,
In 225 mph mode.
Sail around the Earth.
Prove your worth.

Walk in the desert sands.
Be a mime and do hand stands.
Let the adventure flow,
Every single day at your show.

Pfffft adventure nuts can keep that. No need for me to smell like scat. Do you need adventure so big every single day? Know any like that at your bay? I know one or two and frankly, they have the brains of what I leave in the loo. I'll stay home with the singing bass. No need to be a daily adventurous little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 15, 2016 03:00

May 14, 2016

A Straight Cart Taken To Heart!

The cat was out and about and I made it out of the grocery store without a shout. But that was too good to be true. A nut still found me at my zoo. Seems to be the way each and every day.

Threw things in the car,
Didn't have to go far.
But had to use a cart.
Used my sleeves to touch the nasty part.

Those huge gallon jars of water aren't light.
Need the germy cart at my site.
That and 50 pounds of kitty litter,
Carrying those would make me bitter.

Anyway, where was I?
Oh yes, I caught ones eye.
A cranky old fart.
Who loved a straight cart.

I shoved mine in,
Off I was ready to spin.
It was in there,
With room to spare.

But nope, that was wrong,
As she said her song.
It shouldn't go in like that.
Nope, not where she is at.

She straightened it for all.
Straightened the shopping cart stall.
Made their job easier she said.
I just shrugged and nodded my head.

Then I was so bad.
I made her mad.
I didn't straighten mine.
It did not align.

Oh no, the world is over.
Call a butt sniffing rover.
The carts weren't straight.
Not even my OCD can relate.

I just drove away,
As she had her say.
Yep, told all of my crooked cart,
That I didn't take to heart.

Wasted her time,
With a chime,
To whoever would hear.
Maybe she has a crooked cart fear?

Ever get nuts like that? Do you put them in all nice and neat where you shop at? Pfffft if there is space they get shoved in. If no space, I shove them together in the shopping cart bin. Easy as can be. Cranky old people can bite me. And there was some shopping cart sass. I guess you never know what shall come from my little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 14, 2016 03:00

May 13, 2016

You Are Screwed, Dude!

Or dudette as well. Blogger doesn't think dudette is swell. Says it is not a word. Pfft that is just absurd. What is it we are going on about today? Why it is such a awful day at every bay.

Jason is out.
Scream and shout.
Have sex too.
Then he'll stab you.

What? That's fake?
You mean I can partake?
A spring fling for me?
That may get a yippeee.

If I wasn't snip snip.
Have you got a grip?
Nope, not a one?
Let's have some fun.

I stuck a pin in a doll.
That screwed up you all.
I stomped on it too.
That pain was from my zoo.

I wrote 666 on your forehead.
Made you look at what I said.
It is invisible ink though.
I sent magic elves to your show.

They crept on in,
After doing my voodoo pin.
Pinned 666 to your ass.
Wait? What came to pass?

Was that luck?
Back up the truck.
Luck is a figment in your mind.
Sorry to burst your bubble, mankind.

As is everything I said.
No voodoo dolls will make you dead.
No 666 will do a thing to you.
Even if you have to add them at your zoo.

Oh no! That's math.
666 will suffer wrath.
And luck is full of shit,
But we've done that bit.

So as to the day,
With a 13 on display.
Wowweee I say.
And Pffft as I bury such nonsense in my litter tray.

It had to be touched upon once more as I heard nuts scream about it at my shore. Believe the day is bad there at your pad? Nah, I didn't think so. A number or day is not a scary show. No more likely to do a damn thing then a movie psycho in a mask. Look, you didn't even have to ask. The cat let you know it was all crap in mass. I'm just a helpful little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 13, 2016 03:00

May 12, 2016

A Riddle Me That And This To Make Some Hiss!

The cat will make you all think today as I go on a rhyming riddle display. Did you know riddles can rhyme? They can when the cat gives them a chime.

This one is easy,
I should be breezy.
I'll give you some glories.
What building has the most stories?

This one can thrill,
Your pocket it can fill.
Is an older one hundred dollar bill,
Worth more than a newer one from a till?

This one can be done on Mars.
Railroad crossing without any cars.
Can you spell that without any Rs?
Don't ask drunks at bars.

So on to math.
I know it may get wrath.
How do you make number one disappear,
By adding to it, dear?

You want to go to sleep?
Okay, but before you dream deep,
During what month do people sleep the least?
Hint: it has a nasty stinky beast.

Let's give a cheer,
From month to year.
How many seconds are in a year?
You can answer without fear.

This one is easy.
It may also be cheesy.
What is between Heaven and Earth?
Did you find something of worth?

You just lost your friend.
You search to the world's end.
You finally find them in view.
What's the first thing you do?

Did you get the one about heaven?
Now we'll go with seven.
How do you make seven even?
No don't go leavin.

If ten men took ten hours to build a wall,
Finishing it all,
How long would five men take to finish the same wall?
Back to math at my hall.

There you are. Get them all at my sand bar? Did I make your brain explode? Hey, have to keep you in thinking mode. Good for the brain. No need to thank me for your brain pain. I am done with riddles in mass. I am just a riddle me this little rhyming ass.

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Published on May 12, 2016 03:00

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