Pat Hatt's Blog, page 130
March 8, 2016
The Quoted Are Noted!
The cat sees you humans do it all the time. You repeat and repeat and repeat a chime. How many times have some of them been said? The number is too big for even my head.
Sit back and stare,
But viewer beware,
You're in for a quote.
Not a case of bloat.
You'll be so whelmed,
That a quote is helmed.
You'll nod and agree,
With a dead guy at your sea.
Oh wait on that.
They're alive and fat.
Or fat and rich.
Scratch that quote itch.
Those humans are great.
A quote can relate.
It's a fine fate.
Quote that mate.
Whoops, maybe not.
Some cause brain rot.
Like a Kardashian loon.
Quote them and you're as dumb as a spoon.
But what makes a quote?
Do the quoted get a vote?
A vote for the quote hall of fame.
That would sure be rather lame.
Say something wise.
Quotes on the rise.
Say something dumb.
Quotes out the bum.
Say something in the middle,
It sounds like a riddle.
Riddle me this and riddle me that,
That quote already fell flat.
Or would that be a line?
A line quoted by the feline.
Don't quote me on that.
I'm just chewing the fat.
Line up some quotes.
Sit back and take mental notes.
Store quote in your head.
Then nothing new needs to be said.
Are you whelmed with the quoted? Do you think the quoted are voted? Any quotes you go back to? I'll just stick with whoopdi friggin doo. Can I quote myself? I'll ask a merry elf. He says it is okay to come to pass. That works for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Sit back and stare,
But viewer beware,
You're in for a quote.
Not a case of bloat.
You'll be so whelmed,
That a quote is helmed.
You'll nod and agree,
With a dead guy at your sea.
Oh wait on that.
They're alive and fat.
Or fat and rich.
Scratch that quote itch.
Those humans are great.
A quote can relate.
It's a fine fate.
Quote that mate.
Whoops, maybe not.
Some cause brain rot.
Like a Kardashian loon.
Quote them and you're as dumb as a spoon.
But what makes a quote?
Do the quoted get a vote?
A vote for the quote hall of fame.
That would sure be rather lame.
Say something wise.
Quotes on the rise.
Say something dumb.
Quotes out the bum.
Say something in the middle,
It sounds like a riddle.
Riddle me this and riddle me that,
That quote already fell flat.
Or would that be a line?
A line quoted by the feline.
Don't quote me on that.
I'm just chewing the fat.
Line up some quotes.
Sit back and take mental notes.
Store quote in your head.
Then nothing new needs to be said.
Are you whelmed with the quoted? Do you think the quoted are voted? Any quotes you go back to? I'll just stick with whoopdi friggin doo. Can I quote myself? I'll ask a merry elf. He says it is okay to come to pass. That works for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 7, 2016
The Cat Proves It With This Little Bit!
Today the cat is also here, have a peer!
The cat has admitted a time or two that he has a dirty mind at his zoo. Some of you have admitted it as well. Now we will prove all have it where they dwell. How will we do that? Just follow along with the cat.
There was a dumb jock,
He was fascinated with his big...shoe.
He liked to watch strangers stop and gawk,
Always proud of his great big...shoe.
One stranger thought, what luck,
Now I can get a really good...shoe.
It won't even cost me a buck,
To get that really good..shoe.
She hoped he had gas in the tank,
When she reached down and gave it a...shoe.
He really had to get to the bank,
So he thanked her for the pleasant...shoe.
Another laid nearby in the grass,
Wanting to go grope his...shoe.
When he finally did pass,
She reached out and groped his...shoe.
He liked her little pluck,
But he had no time for a...shoe.
He always had great luck,
So he knew later he'd get a good...shoe.
He got near the teller window,
And an old flame offered a...shoe.
She was on break from her row,
And insisted he need a good...shoe.
She would not let him pass.
She lifted up her skirt to show him her...shoe.
He had no interest in this crazy lass,
But he had to admit that she had a very nice...shoe.
He said he was interested in another chick,
So she would not get near his big...shoe.
She pulled out some scissors really quite slick,
And proceeded to chop off his big...shoe.
Now he has a less cocky walk,
No longer having any piece of his...shoe.
But strangers still stop and gawk,
Spreading the word about his chopped off...shoe.
And now to you I have proved it,
Your mind is as dirty as...a shoe.
But it is okay to throw a little fit,
Then accept you are a dirty old...shoe.
So are you ready to admit the dirty mind of thee? Maybe you aren't and have a real thing for shoes at your sea. To each their own. What? I made you go there with my rhyming tone? Bah, don't blame me. I didn't put the thoughts in the head of thee. Now I'll go roll in the grass with my dirty minded little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
The cat has admitted a time or two that he has a dirty mind at his zoo. Some of you have admitted it as well. Now we will prove all have it where they dwell. How will we do that? Just follow along with the cat.
There was a dumb jock,
He was fascinated with his big...shoe.
He liked to watch strangers stop and gawk,
Always proud of his great big...shoe.
One stranger thought, what luck,
Now I can get a really good...shoe.
It won't even cost me a buck,
To get that really good..shoe.
She hoped he had gas in the tank,
When she reached down and gave it a...shoe.
He really had to get to the bank,
So he thanked her for the pleasant...shoe.
Another laid nearby in the grass,
Wanting to go grope his...shoe.
When he finally did pass,
She reached out and groped his...shoe.
He liked her little pluck,
But he had no time for a...shoe.
He always had great luck,
So he knew later he'd get a good...shoe.
He got near the teller window,
And an old flame offered a...shoe.
She was on break from her row,
And insisted he need a good...shoe.
She would not let him pass.
She lifted up her skirt to show him her...shoe.
He had no interest in this crazy lass,
But he had to admit that she had a very nice...shoe.
He said he was interested in another chick,
So she would not get near his big...shoe.
She pulled out some scissors really quite slick,
And proceeded to chop off his big...shoe.
Now he has a less cocky walk,
No longer having any piece of his...shoe.
But strangers still stop and gawk,
Spreading the word about his chopped off...shoe.
And now to you I have proved it,
Your mind is as dirty as...a shoe.
But it is okay to throw a little fit,
Then accept you are a dirty old...shoe.
So are you ready to admit the dirty mind of thee? Maybe you aren't and have a real thing for shoes at your sea. To each their own. What? I made you go there with my rhyming tone? Bah, don't blame me. I didn't put the thoughts in the head of thee. Now I'll go roll in the grass with my dirty minded little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 6, 2016
Browse Away Come What May!
The cat was looking at the stats the other day for search engine nuts that come to play, when he noticed an interesting fact. People use one main browser with their searching act.
Which browser are you?
Are you fire or chrome?
Do you have something new?
Maybe out where the buffalo roam?
Or are you the tops.
Internet Explorer all around.
All the others flops,
When the stats are found.
Maybe you went on a Safari?
There you got stuck.
Tried some calamari,
And got hit by a truck.
Wait, that would be weird.
But I suppose it could be true.
Avoid any stranger with a beard,
They may run over you.
Internet Explorer is as literal as can be.
Is that why it is liked by thee?
Chrome makes sense if you're a bee.
Firefox sounds a bit burn-y at my sea.
Maybe we need a Super Search.
That would be literal too.
You can sit on your perch,
And find cute cat videos at your zoo.
As far as operating systems go,
Windows kicks every ones ass.
I guess Mac users don't like my show,
Or they are afraid to trespass?
Even Android wins.
Poor apple just gets beat.
Iphone takes a few spins,
But still left in defeat.
So which browser are you?
A fox on fire?
Chrome skin in view?
An explorer about to expire?
No, don't call Mario and ask.
Bowser is a whole other guy.
What? Just wanted to make clear the task.
Did I make Mac users cry?
Interesting how so many people still use Explorer at their sea. Those people sure like me. The Firefox and Chrome guys have a bit of tries. The rest are really low. So, like a particular one at your show? Which do you use to trespass? You can tell my browsing little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Which browser are you?
Are you fire or chrome?
Do you have something new?
Maybe out where the buffalo roam?
Or are you the tops.
Internet Explorer all around.
All the others flops,
When the stats are found.
Maybe you went on a Safari?
There you got stuck.
Tried some calamari,
And got hit by a truck.
Wait, that would be weird.
But I suppose it could be true.
Avoid any stranger with a beard,
They may run over you.
Internet Explorer is as literal as can be.
Is that why it is liked by thee?
Chrome makes sense if you're a bee.
Firefox sounds a bit burn-y at my sea.
Maybe we need a Super Search.
That would be literal too.
You can sit on your perch,
And find cute cat videos at your zoo.
As far as operating systems go,
Windows kicks every ones ass.
I guess Mac users don't like my show,
Or they are afraid to trespass?
Even Android wins.
Poor apple just gets beat.
Iphone takes a few spins,
But still left in defeat.
So which browser are you?
A fox on fire?
Chrome skin in view?
An explorer about to expire?
No, don't call Mario and ask.
Bowser is a whole other guy.
What? Just wanted to make clear the task.
Did I make Mac users cry?
Interesting how so many people still use Explorer at their sea. Those people sure like me. The Firefox and Chrome guys have a bit of tries. The rest are really low. So, like a particular one at your show? Which do you use to trespass? You can tell my browsing little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 5, 2016
We Don't Talk Or Even Mock!
The cat was out and about when I heard a kid shout. I was standing in line at the grocery store, just in case you wanted to know more. That can be a pain but it was the "not so" express lane.
We don't talk about them,
She said as to condemn.
Her mother smiled too.
I guess "them" are scary to even view.
Who could them be?
Beats the heck out of me.
Actually probably not,
As I can guess the plot.
Them aren't they though,
Just so you know.
They are out to get you.
Them are just one or two.
Them is easy to guess.
Got it? Come now confess.
Them would be the black sheep.
Someone who's buried away deep.
The relative you don't like.
The one you want to take a hike.
The one you'd be happy never to see.
The one in which you'd beg the cat to take a pee.
A pee on their head,
In case you didn't follow what I said.
That will scare them away.
Make them smell awful too at their bay.
Or they could be a friend.
One of those who you wish the friendship would end.
But no matter what you say,
They come back the very next day.
So maybe try a new trick.
Not sure it will work some slick.
But don't talk about them,
And it could turn out to be a gem.
Or maybe it was just a ghost,
She had in the closet at her coast.
Or monsters under the bed.
They can cause dread.
I'm still going with the relative though.
Got plenty of them at my show.
Chopped the tree down for 95% of them all.
Rather deal with idiots at the mall.
So who do you think "them" were? Maybe a monster with fur? The black sheep like I think? She never did clarify them at the grocery rink. Or at least I didn't hear it before. I should pay more attention at my shore. Pffft to humans? Yeah right. My IQ would drop over night. Now I will go make sure no relatives trespass and annoy my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
We don't talk about them,
She said as to condemn.
Her mother smiled too.
I guess "them" are scary to even view.
Who could them be?
Beats the heck out of me.
Actually probably not,
As I can guess the plot.
Them aren't they though,
Just so you know.
They are out to get you.
Them are just one or two.
Them is easy to guess.
Got it? Come now confess.
Them would be the black sheep.
Someone who's buried away deep.
The relative you don't like.
The one you want to take a hike.
The one you'd be happy never to see.
The one in which you'd beg the cat to take a pee.
A pee on their head,
In case you didn't follow what I said.
That will scare them away.
Make them smell awful too at their bay.
Or they could be a friend.
One of those who you wish the friendship would end.
But no matter what you say,
They come back the very next day.
So maybe try a new trick.
Not sure it will work some slick.
But don't talk about them,
And it could turn out to be a gem.
Or maybe it was just a ghost,
She had in the closet at her coast.
Or monsters under the bed.
They can cause dread.
I'm still going with the relative though.
Got plenty of them at my show.
Chopped the tree down for 95% of them all.
Rather deal with idiots at the mall.
So who do you think "them" were? Maybe a monster with fur? The black sheep like I think? She never did clarify them at the grocery rink. Or at least I didn't hear it before. I should pay more attention at my shore. Pffft to humans? Yeah right. My IQ would drop over night. Now I will go make sure no relatives trespass and annoy my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 4, 2016
Expect Today At My Bay!
Are you expecting to rhyme here today? Well you would be right at your bay. Damn, could be the only time you're right all day long. Whoops, was typing that out wrong?
I expect no backlash.
It will go away in a flash.
Not like the Flash.
He could leave a gash.
But isn't he good?
So no fear in my hood.
But isn't he fake?
Yep, when you're awake.
But maybe in a dream,
You are on a superhero team.
I really don't want to know.
Spandex can be a scary show.
Did you expect that?
Is that a no where you're at?
That I would expect.
No need for expect neglect.
But I expect you'll live.
Maybe even forgive.
Forgive and forget?
The life of this pet.
Oh no, I'm wrong.
You went all Donkey Kong.
Meaning you ran naked with only a tie on?
Hmmm, did your clothes you pawn?
No! You went crazy.
Things got hazy.
You smashed a window.
The glass killed one below.
Now you are in jail.
There you and Tiny wail.
Not wail in a good way.
Unless you like some Tiny play.
And then you got stabbed.
You were really jabbed.
Whoops, you are now dead.
All from what I said.
Nah, you're fine and dandy.
You snacked on candy.
The candy went, boom.
Your head blew like a mushroom.
I could go on all day. Get it at my bay? Expectations can arise and they aren't always wise. Do you expect the worst or the best? Expectations can be a pest. But if you expect the worst at least no bad surprises will make your balloon burst. Then the good would make you happy. Unless the worst always happens and you stay sappy. Then you may need some happy gas. Don't expect any from my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
I expect no backlash.
It will go away in a flash.
Not like the Flash.
He could leave a gash.
But isn't he good?
So no fear in my hood.
But isn't he fake?
Yep, when you're awake.
But maybe in a dream,
You are on a superhero team.
I really don't want to know.
Spandex can be a scary show.
Did you expect that?
Is that a no where you're at?
That I would expect.
No need for expect neglect.
But I expect you'll live.
Maybe even forgive.
Forgive and forget?
The life of this pet.
Oh no, I'm wrong.
You went all Donkey Kong.
Meaning you ran naked with only a tie on?
Hmmm, did your clothes you pawn?
No! You went crazy.
Things got hazy.
You smashed a window.
The glass killed one below.
Now you are in jail.
There you and Tiny wail.
Not wail in a good way.
Unless you like some Tiny play.
And then you got stabbed.
You were really jabbed.
Whoops, you are now dead.
All from what I said.
Nah, you're fine and dandy.
You snacked on candy.
The candy went, boom.
Your head blew like a mushroom.
I could go on all day. Get it at my bay? Expectations can arise and they aren't always wise. Do you expect the worst or the best? Expectations can be a pest. But if you expect the worst at least no bad surprises will make your balloon burst. Then the good would make you happy. Unless the worst always happens and you stay sappy. Then you may need some happy gas. Don't expect any from my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 3, 2016
Be A Pest And Protest!
The cat is protesting today. Can't you see me at my bay? I have a sign and I'm hopping around. I am also making a loud clamoring sound. Oh wait a second here. That was just a bad dream I fear.
I protest this.
It's a miss.
So I protest it.
Everyone have a fit.
Join me today.
Rally behind me I say.
I may leave a fart.
But this is near and dear to my heart.
So follow along.
Sing the same song.
Come protest with me.
It's a protesting spree.
That place didn't close.
I stick up my nose.
It was a sacred day.
Close the thing I say.
That car is too bright.
It hurts my sight.
I protest it,
Every bright bit.
The store is big.
I'll dance a jig.
Now I want to protest.
It should be the size of the rest.
The dog ate shit.
Dogs eat every bit.
I have to protest that.
They may teach a cat.
That door swings in.
It should spin.
I'll protest it.
Can't have that shit.
The cat said shit.
That gave me a fit.
I will protest his place.
Can't have such an embrace.
I protest life.
I protest my wife.
I protest a ditch.
I protest err umm I mean bitch.
See any dumb protests lately at your sea? Do you roll your eyes like me? Pfffft to these protesting nuts. Seems every second of every day something crawls up their butts. Yeah, there are great times to protest from sea to sea. But not every damn thing that offends thee. If you don't like it, tough shit. I mean that every bit. Protesting stupid crap is nothing but rallied whining across the map. Most don't even meet face to face. They hide behind their computer with a social media embrace. So pffft once more to their protesting in mass. Idiots protesting stupid things can kiss my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
I protest this.
It's a miss.
So I protest it.
Everyone have a fit.
Join me today.
Rally behind me I say.
I may leave a fart.
But this is near and dear to my heart.
So follow along.
Sing the same song.
Come protest with me.
It's a protesting spree.
That place didn't close.
I stick up my nose.
It was a sacred day.
Close the thing I say.
That car is too bright.
It hurts my sight.
I protest it,
Every bright bit.
The store is big.
I'll dance a jig.
Now I want to protest.
It should be the size of the rest.
The dog ate shit.
Dogs eat every bit.
I have to protest that.
They may teach a cat.
That door swings in.
It should spin.
I'll protest it.
Can't have that shit.
The cat said shit.
That gave me a fit.
I will protest his place.
Can't have such an embrace.
I protest life.
I protest my wife.
I protest a ditch.
I protest err umm I mean bitch.
See any dumb protests lately at your sea? Do you roll your eyes like me? Pfffft to these protesting nuts. Seems every second of every day something crawls up their butts. Yeah, there are great times to protest from sea to sea. But not every damn thing that offends thee. If you don't like it, tough shit. I mean that every bit. Protesting stupid crap is nothing but rallied whining across the map. Most don't even meet face to face. They hide behind their computer with a social media embrace. So pffft once more to their protesting in mass. Idiots protesting stupid things can kiss my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 2, 2016
A Springy Secure Thingy!
Spring will spring.Could bring a fling.But we'll get there.No need for an affair.
It hasn't sprung.Still stuck in white dung.Beats brown though.One positive of snow.
Where was I?You giving me the stink eye?It might freeze that way.Just warning you at your bay.
Oh yes, spring will spring.No matter this, that or the other thing.Might even spring fast.The snow won't last.
Springy is springy.It has many a thingy.Thingys of springy.Sure you don't need a flingy?
That sounded gutter.Some may stutter.Some may mutter.Thingys may putter.
What's the point,At my secure joint?Spring will spring,No matter this, that or the other thing.
I said it twice.Still no dice?Nope, not one?Damn, you're no fun.
No matter what comes,With insecurity hums,Spring beats the drums,And warms our bums.
Just like your warm ass,Insecurity too shall pass.For spring is springy,Beating back many a thingy.
Is your insecurity gone now? All thanks to my springy thingy meow. I am snip snip though, so no gutter springy thingys will show. I know that is where your mind went. But hey, insecurity has now got bent. Now I'll go pass some gas from my thingy maggigy little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 1, 2016
Let's Bake A Mistake!
The cat sees it here and there and has sure done a few at his lair. Probably more than a few, but who's counting how many come due? At least the cat can learn. Many just seem to do a u-turn.
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Stubbed a toe.
Now you know.
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Stubbed a toe.
Wait? Didn't you know?
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Stubbed a toe...
Don't I know this flow?
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.....
Haven't we done this?
Repeats make me hiss.
Made a mistake.
Fell...yes you fell in a lake.
You are just dumb.
Can't even blame rum.
Made a mistake,
When they baked your cake.
They forgot learning,
Causing lots of u-turning.
Or maybe no common sense,
Left you dense.
Not so common anymore though.
But we had that flow.
Live and learn died.
A circular ride.
Round and round you go.
Where you stop, I know.
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Told you I knew.
A lake beats a loo.
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Stubbed a toe.
Pffft just get away, go!
Ever know any nuts that make the same mistake over and over again there at their den? Mistakes happen a ton. Some mistakes can even lead to fun. But doing the same ones over and over, leaves you looking like a butt to the nose of rover. That is the cat's sass. Hopefully I'm not a mistaken little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Stubbed a toe.
Now you know.
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Stubbed a toe.
Wait? Didn't you know?
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Stubbed a toe...
Don't I know this flow?
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.....
Haven't we done this?
Repeats make me hiss.
Made a mistake.
Fell...yes you fell in a lake.
You are just dumb.
Can't even blame rum.
Made a mistake,
When they baked your cake.
They forgot learning,
Causing lots of u-turning.
Or maybe no common sense,
Left you dense.
Not so common anymore though.
But we had that flow.
Live and learn died.
A circular ride.
Round and round you go.
Where you stop, I know.
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Told you I knew.
A lake beats a loo.
Made a mistake.
Fell in a lake.
Stubbed a toe.
Pffft just get away, go!
Ever know any nuts that make the same mistake over and over again there at their den? Mistakes happen a ton. Some mistakes can even lead to fun. But doing the same ones over and over, leaves you looking like a butt to the nose of rover. That is the cat's sass. Hopefully I'm not a mistaken little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 29, 2016
Extra, Extra, Extra, Extra 25% Has Now Been Sent!
Wow, we finally get that extra 25% of the years that has passed. It only took four years for it to have amassed. Wait, that is normal, right? Damn, so I get to sleep an extra night.
4 years you say.
Come what may.
4 years and it's here.
Let's give a cheer.
It works well.
An extra day is swell.
Screws up the calendar thingy.
February and March days are out of sync on the calendar magiggy.
But I want more.
I'm greedy at my shore.
I think we need this.
It would be bliss.
100% more vacation,
At every station.
Hey, 4 years saved it up.
So it shouldn't be a hiccup.
100% more pay.
4 years came our way.
So give that big old raise.
No need for a hateful gaze.
100% less taxes.
The IRS relaxes.
Wishful thinking there.
But I had to share.
100% more play time.
I could use more rhyme.
Plus a toy or ten too.
Bring in some that are new.
100% more winning.
Unless you go sinning.
Then you just get a disease.
But yes, more winning in every way please.
100% more growth.
That's a fine oath.
Can learn 100% more things.
Maybe even create wings.
100% more sales.
Buyers hit the trails.
That works for me,
And my book tree.
So what do you say? Need 100% more pay? That would sure be nice. Tax man wouldn't even charge a price. Hey, we get 100% more in the form of a day, what's wrong with 100% more of fun stuff at play? Any plans for the extra day or just slave away? The cat will go and pass some extra gas out my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
4 years you say.
Come what may.
4 years and it's here.
Let's give a cheer.
It works well.
An extra day is swell.
Screws up the calendar thingy.
February and March days are out of sync on the calendar magiggy.
But I want more.
I'm greedy at my shore.
I think we need this.
It would be bliss.
100% more vacation,
At every station.
Hey, 4 years saved it up.
So it shouldn't be a hiccup.
100% more pay.
4 years came our way.
So give that big old raise.
No need for a hateful gaze.
100% less taxes.
The IRS relaxes.
Wishful thinking there.
But I had to share.
100% more play time.
I could use more rhyme.
Plus a toy or ten too.
Bring in some that are new.
100% more winning.
Unless you go sinning.
Then you just get a disease.
But yes, more winning in every way please.
100% more growth.
That's a fine oath.
Can learn 100% more things.
Maybe even create wings.
100% more sales.
Buyers hit the trails.
That works for me,
And my book tree.
So what do you say? Need 100% more pay? That would sure be nice. Tax man wouldn't even charge a price. Hey, we get 100% more in the form of a day, what's wrong with 100% more of fun stuff at play? Any plans for the extra day or just slave away? The cat will go and pass some extra gas out my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 28, 2016
The Snap For A Lap!
The cat noticed another thing you humans do. You are quite snap happy at your zoo. At least most out there. Some just ignore or swear. Others have a fit, proving they are full of umm spit.
What did you say?
I'm going to make you pay.
You will end up in a ditch.
Says my scream at high pitch.
There is no way out of it.
Hear my hiss and spit.
You will regret this day.
Listen to what I say.
Don't you mock me.
I will throw you in the sea.
I will stick you up a tree.
You falling on your head will cause me glee.
You better not move anywhere.
I have an ass I need too tear.
I hope yours can withstand a bite.
I am really ready to fight.
Get that out of here.
I don't want it near.
Can't make up my mind?
I will rid you from mankind.
Not the WWE guy.
That is a lie.
Don't spin my words.
I'll feed you to birds.
Spun words was done by me?
Never! Now leave me be.
I have said my piece.
This shall cease.
Don't bother me.
I will stuff you in a tree.
I will punch you in the face.
Don't invade my space.
I know what you said.
I heard it in my head.
I mean through my ear.
You will run in fear.
Stay out of my way.
You are now a stray.
Go jump in some hay.
You said much more than, "How was your day?"
Geez, you humans sure can snap at any old chap. One word you think you heard the right way and now no one will have a nice day. Are you a snapper? A snapping flapper? You might not want to admit such a pass. I could use that one day as ammo for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
What did you say?
I'm going to make you pay.
You will end up in a ditch.
Says my scream at high pitch.
There is no way out of it.
Hear my hiss and spit.
You will regret this day.
Listen to what I say.
Don't you mock me.
I will throw you in the sea.
I will stick you up a tree.
You falling on your head will cause me glee.
You better not move anywhere.
I have an ass I need too tear.
I hope yours can withstand a bite.
I am really ready to fight.
Get that out of here.
I don't want it near.
Can't make up my mind?
I will rid you from mankind.
Not the WWE guy.
That is a lie.
Don't spin my words.
I'll feed you to birds.
Spun words was done by me?
Never! Now leave me be.
I have said my piece.
This shall cease.
Don't bother me.
I will stuff you in a tree.
I will punch you in the face.
Don't invade my space.
I know what you said.
I heard it in my head.
I mean through my ear.
You will run in fear.
Stay out of my way.
You are now a stray.
Go jump in some hay.
You said much more than, "How was your day?"
Geez, you humans sure can snap at any old chap. One word you think you heard the right way and now no one will have a nice day. Are you a snapper? A snapping flapper? You might not want to admit such a pass. I could use that one day as ammo for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
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