Pat Hatt's Blog, page 124

The Cringer Of The Injure!

That is sure right. The cat cringes on sight. On sight of what you ask? Why the injured hiding behind a mask. Hmm, that may be taken wrong. So let's get on with the backwards a to z injury song.

Look at me.
I'm injured you see.
You have to look.
See? I broke a nail at my nook.

Oh wait! I stubbed a toe.
It is such an injury blow.
It lasted 5 minutes or so.
I need a month off though.

And look at this.
You can't miss.
I just got shot.
It hurt a whole lot.

It was from a Nerf gun.
Those things aren't fun.
They really hurt.
Blood, maybe, sorta, almost, kinda did spurt.

I need the week.
Advice I did seek.
The internet said I could wind up dead,
From a little yank of the hair on my head.

Look at that screen.
It is so serene.
That character just got shot.
They got right back up and into the plot.

Looky! Batman broke his back.
He then hanged like a rib rack.
Now he can walk once more.
That is something I must explore.

He was injured last week.
It was a serious wound from a freak.
Now they are as fine as can be.
TV characters really beat any injury.

Injuries must heal so fast.
Just ask any TV cast.
Their writers are in the know.
They must have been a doctor before joining the show.

My toe injury is bad,
I need time off at my pad.
My bullet injury is okay,
TV says so anyway.

Actually there are people who believe what they see on TV. I've heard a few think they can recover fast from a serious injury. Then we all know ones that whine away about the littlest things at play. That hang nail was so bad. Are you a whiner or TV believer at your pad? Wouldn't it be nice if one could write the injury away? It would make for a fine day. Then you have whiny crybaby sports players too. They get a little boo hoo. Then they take a season off. Their still paid millions, so why scoff? That is the end of my injury sass. I'd rather stay a non-injured little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Jump On In With This Spin!

The cat can jump high. Did you know that I can almost fly? Well I have to land. But pretending to fly can be grand. I usually stick the landing too, sometimes I fly off the counter though at my zoo. J is for jump, in case you aren't over that hump.



Jump into action.Jump for joy.You may end up in traction,But forget that ploy.
Jump on the bandwagon,Jump the gun.Pretend you're a dragon.Hey, it could be fun.
Jump ship.Jump the shark.If it's a long trip,It may leave a mark.
Jump in the deep end.Jump through a hoop.You may have to amend,If you can swim with the group.
Jump their bones.Jump all over.Might get some moans,And impress rover.
Jump to the conclusion,Jump to the end.Could be a delusion,But buck the trend.
Jump start life.Jump clear of it.Bones with a wife,May be a hit.
Get a jump on it.Jump out of your skin.It may cause a fit,And could be a sin.
Jump in with both feet.Stay one jump ahead.Some places aren't neat,You may wind up dead.
If you jumped ship,And did not partake.While I'll let loose my lip.Go jump in a lake.
Can you jump like me? Do you jump sharks with glee? The Fonz would be so proud. You may even draw a crowd. All jumped out today? Ready to jump some more at your bay? Not in a jumping mood? Did you see the jumping of this rhyming dude? I can sure jump farther than bass with my jumpy little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Not Just The Mutts In Their Ruts!

The cat has seen it in you humans time and time again. Some really scare me at my den. I run far far away before they crush me at my bay. What am I talking about with my backwards a to z? Why the ones who scare me. Redundant there? You'll get K soon at my lair.

All is fine.
The grace of a feline.
A step or two,
Nothing comes due.

Can walk across a table,
And as if in a fable,
Nothing falls off of it.
Unless we decide to give it a hit.

Then comes the one,
That just has fun.
I mean the mutts.
They are a born klutz.

Everything falls.
Even stuff on walls.
They wag that tail.
They are a klutz without fail.

Klutzes knock everything down,
No matter where they are in town.
They break themselves too.
Whacking things for a boo hoo.

They fall and topple over.
They are worse than rover.
Rover is easy to see.
Humans you never know when they'll go klutzy.

Maybe in a car,
They'll send you flying far.
Maybe in a boat,
They'll make it no longer afloat.

Maybe on a train,
They'll crash it into a plane.
That would take skill.
I'd bet of them crashing it more into a hill.

The klutz has a klutz gene?
They sure can make a scene.
They must have something off.
Maybe drank from an infected horse trough?

Is the klutz born that way?
Can be hard to say.
But the klutz does scare.
Hey, at least they can put on their own underwear.

Are you a klutz at your sea? Know anyone that is as klutzy as can be? If one is nuts and a klutz that would scare me more than huge mutts with no nuts. See what I did there? No klutz at my lair. Pat did know one way back when. He was the klutziest person ever times ten. I'll stick to the singing wall bass. At least he'll never knock anything over onto my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Like Me At My Sea!

We are back and today you will like my shack. You like my shack everyday right? The cat needs you to like it at our site. My backwards a to z must be liked by all. That is just the way at my hall.

Like me, like me!
Come and like my sea.
I want you to like it.
Don't be a twit.

Whoops, I didn't mean that.
Can you forgive the cat?
I want you to like me.
Like me and my sea.

Like me in a tree.
Like me and my flea.
Like me in a car.
Like me near and far.

Like my look.
Like my book.
Like my fur.
Like my purr.

Like my shit.
Like my spit.
Like my hiss.
Like it with bliss.

Come and like.
Or take a hike.
I mean, like, really like.
Like me like a bike.

Oh, and also there is more.
You must like my shore.
Like I mean really like it.
Like everything from fur to shit.

Wait! I said that.
You must like the cat.
I said that too.
But a like should come due.

Love would be grand.
Love gets a hand,
Love and like.
Two I can spike.

And one more thing,
Give Facebook a ring.
Like me and like me.
Get it at my sea?

And if you like to be liked by all, pffffft is all the cat has to say to you at your hall. Won't get any PC out of me to be all likable at my sea. You humans really care what other people think waaaay too much. Yep, way more than a touch. When 99% of other people don't matter or care. But you still want that like at your lair. Maybe even turn into love like fart gas. I can supply that out my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

A Bad Title Day At My Bay!

The cat has seen a few and some were even good too, but their title was trash which made them gone in a flash. I guess titles sure play in with the TV show spin.

A title can make or break,
Even if it is fake.
TV shows know this,
Except the ones that gave the memo a miss.

Go on!
Quite the con.
Go on what?
Fart from a butt?

Terriers was good.
Title was a wtf in any hood.
Hounds on the run?
That wouldn't be fun.

Don't trust the B.... in Apartment 23.
Wow, you sure got wordy at your sea.
But if you swear and can't say it.
You are just a title twit.

Cougar Town.
That may get a frown.
Old women running wild.
Cougars eating a child?

Life on Mars.
Out in the stars?
Nope, here on Earth.
With a shitty ending of no worth.

The Leftovers.
Hmm again referencing rovers?
Taking food home in a doggie bag.
That show must be a drag.

Weeds!
No need to plant seeds.
Gardening on the go.
Or not, as weeds grow.

Bleep My Dad Says.
Whether or not he wears a fez,
If you can't say it,
You're still a title twit.

How to live with your parents(for the rest of your life)
Wow, someone get a big knife.
Chop that sucker apart.
Sure take wordy titles to heart.

Any TV show titles that are just bad to you? Or maybe more misleading at ones zoo. Those are the few that popped on in. I'm sure there are plenty more to give a spin. Maybe the title creators were just out of creative gas? Sure beats my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

A Little More From Dough To Shore!

The cat takes all, no more needed at our hall. If it is here it is mine. That is the rules of the feline. But that you know, if you don't, you do now at your show. For the a to z and backwards little old me were are on M day and so More is on display.

I want more.
I want it now.
From shore to shore,
Humans have a cow.

From food to get fat,
To lots of money.
More humans spat,
And think it's sunny.

They even want more sun,
Which can be rather dumb.
No rain equals a drought run,
Then more rain they hum.

You cannot please.
The more they shout.
Even need more bees,
But do nothing about.

Bad grammar there,
Could bring more haters.
But what do I care?
I'll feed them to gators.

I want more space.
I want more love.
I want more plastic in my face.
But when push comes to shove,

Whoopsy, I want to sit on my ass more.
That is the way it should be.
I want more to come to my shore,
But nothing extra must be done by me.

That is the way to live.
Nothing for more.
I hope you can forgive,
If I break your more lore.

Actually I don't care.
Of course that you know.
And now you are aware,
That more won't come to the lazy and slow.

But more to those who love Jones's and such,
Are already screwed in the end.
They use credit as a crutch.
On other people's money they depend.

Are you a more, more, more? Can't enjoy what you have at your shore? More when in need can fit the deed. More when a want leaves you with a credit card jaunt. But in the end you'll still have to buck the trend. Whether lad or lass if you want more in mass you'll have to actually take a work pass. You can't be lazy like my feline little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

A Liitle More From Dough To Shore!

The cat takes all, no more needed at our hall. If it is here it is mine. That is the rules of the feline. But that you know, if you don't, you do now at your show. For the a to z and backwards little old me were are on M day and so More is on display.

I want more.
I want it now.
From shore to shore,
Humans have a cow.

From food to get fat,
To lots of money.
More humans spat,
And think it's sunny.

They even want more sun,
Which can be rather dumb.
No rain equals a drought run,
Then more rain they hum.

You cannot please.
The more they shout.
Even need more bees,
But do nothing about.

Bad grammar there,
Could bring more haters.
But what do I care?
I'll feed them to gators.

I want more space.
I want more love.
I want more plastic in my face.
But when push comes to shove,

Whoopsy, I want to sit on my ass more.
That is the way it should be.
I want more to come to my shore,
But nothing extra must be done by me.

That is the way to live.
Nothing for more.
I hope you can forgive,
If I break your more lore.

Actually I don't care.
Of course that you know.
And now you are aware,
That more won't come to the lazy and slow.

But more to those who love Jones's and such,
Are already screwed in the end.
They use credit as a crutch.
On other people's money they depend.

Are you a more, more, more? Can't enjoy what you have at your shore? More when in need can fit the deed. More when a want leaves you with a credit card jaunt. But in the end you'll still have to buck the trend. Whether lad or lass if you want more in mass you'll have to actually take a work pass. You can't be lazy like my feline little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Time To Study So Grab A Buddy!

The cat will go all study with N. Hey, the cat can read at his den. I may forget it the next day but it saves room at my bay. So for the backwards a to z we have nasology for n at my sea.

Some are big.
Some are small.
Some have a wig,
From summer to fall.

Yep, they are furry.
Those kind can scare.
Make your sight blurry,
With all that hair.

All have holes,
As in two.
Maybe even moles,
Could be in view.

Some are twisted,
Broken as can be.
The condition is listed,
As someone punched thee.

Some are in your face,
Always wanting to know.
Just in case you can't embrace,
Nosey is what they are called though.

Are you studying with me?
Do you have a favorite one?
They are different than a knee,
All shapes and sizes are done.

Some work well.
Some do not,
Which can be swell,
If around you is rot.

They grace your face,
Right in the middle.
Look! You got the case,
Hey diddle diddle.

Yep, we're studying the nose.
The big and the small.
They can smell a rose,
Or cat pee down the hall.

So my nasology study is done.
I've found out a lot.
Didn't you have fun?
Nasology has now been taught.

What was that? You learned nothing from the cat? Hmph, you weren't paying attention. Now you get to go to detention. Write nasology out 1000 times on the black board. That would be quite the horde. Do they use black boards any more? Beats me at my shore. Nasology is now a complete class all thanks to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Orange For O With A Rhyme In Tow!

The cat is now at O, by the title that you should know, and he will rhyme orange with ease. There are a few cheats that make it a breeze. But now there is another one. Did you think I'd miss out on a kids book run?

Orange was sad.
No fun was had.
He couldn't get in,
To spin and spin.

He wanted to prance,
And go to the dance.
The cat was there.
A dog got in the lair.

But not him.
Why was it grim?
Because he had no one.
No rhyming fun.

The cat had a rat.
The bat had a gnat.
The dog had a frog.
The hog had a log.

Orange had none.
But he did run.
Worange came to life.
Now he had no strife.









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So whenever you can't rhyme orange at your sea just think of me. Worange has been made. She will never fade. Always there to help orange out and to not make him pout. And now another kids book has come to pass from my backwards a to z going little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Don't Dare Without A Pair!

The cat is fine and dandy. I'm snip snip so no pair is handy. Everyone looks the other way as the cat doesn't need to join the pair fray. But some humans sure are nuts. I bet they sniffed one too many an a to z P shaped butts. See how I worked that in? I consider it a win.

Single is bad.
No fun to be had.
You can't have that.
Only if you're a cat.

Or maybe a dog.
But they'll hump a log.
Then eat it too.
Let's stop before we get eww.

Humans need two.
Listen at your zoo.
You can't just be one.
You'll have no fun.

Two is the better hand.
Only way life is grand.
Unless it is Poker,
Then a pair can be beat by any old joker.

Joker as in other player.
Don't be a nay sayer.
Join up today.
You need a pair at your bay.

Pfffft you can't travel alone.
You may break a bone.
A pair will save you.
Alone you'll die in the zoo.

Hey, you went in the lion cage.
It's not all the rage.
A pair would have stopped you too.
Now you're just lion poo.

Can't live alone.
You'll always be on the phone.
Having to call this and that,
Because you'll be lonely where you're at.

The pair is the way.
It brings a brighter day.
Single is just bad.
To be single you must be mad.

So go pair up now.
If not, one may have a cow.
You can even repair your pair.
That is a wise choice at your lair.

Sadly, I've seen many of these. They are worse than fleas. They think single is oh so bad. Meanwhile they have a pair and are miserable at their pad. Think people need a pair even if they don't care? Society says so. So it must be true, you know. Pfffft to that says the cat. Humans are nuts by the pair with plenty of crazy to spare. Now I'm done with my P pair sass, and yep, I'm still a backwards a to z-ing little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.