Pat Hatt's Blog, page 133
February 7, 2016
Does The Fine Really Align?
You hear it every day, mostly when a chicken at your bay, but other times as well. You'll be fine chimes in saying all will be swell. Do you trust that? Not this cat.
Eat it, you'll be fine.
Right, on you I'd rather dine.
Probably safer too.
But no cannibals at our zoo.
You'll be fine if you jump in.
So drowning isn't a sin?
What if rocks are on the bottom?
Could be bacteria from last autumn.
You'll be fine driving in the snow.
Yep, into a ditch you go.
That is fine too.
A tow truck can help you.
You'll be fine with the operation.
It isn't some 3rd world nation.
Not like they'll leave their cellphone in you.
Hey, you can flush it out in the loo.
You'll be fine if you rob that bank.
Yeah, just go and steal a tank.
Shot the place up.
You'll be as happy as a pup.
You'll be fine walking home.
Even if to a dark alley you roam.
There is nothing in there.
Just take a stun gun and beware.
You'll be fine living there.
Who cares about mold in your hair.
What of the thin walls?
Rats? Bah, they are just in the halls.
You'll be fine going to space.
It is such a nice place.
Might explode or get alien probed,
But you'll be fine once de-robed.
You'll be fine at the job,
Just sit back and work for Bob.
He'll work you to death,
But you'll be fine until your last breath.
You'll be fine reading this post,
I am such a nice host.
Trust the feline.
You will be fine.
Pfffft says the cat, no one really knows that. Chances are you'll be fine, but not always does fine align. Yeah, a cellphone was left inside a woman too. I learned that at the redneck's zoo. You'll be fine now passing gas, just trust in my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Eat it, you'll be fine.
Right, on you I'd rather dine.
Probably safer too.
But no cannibals at our zoo.
You'll be fine if you jump in.
So drowning isn't a sin?
What if rocks are on the bottom?
Could be bacteria from last autumn.
You'll be fine driving in the snow.
Yep, into a ditch you go.
That is fine too.
A tow truck can help you.
You'll be fine with the operation.
It isn't some 3rd world nation.
Not like they'll leave their cellphone in you.
Hey, you can flush it out in the loo.
You'll be fine if you rob that bank.
Yeah, just go and steal a tank.
Shot the place up.
You'll be as happy as a pup.
You'll be fine walking home.
Even if to a dark alley you roam.
There is nothing in there.
Just take a stun gun and beware.
You'll be fine living there.
Who cares about mold in your hair.
What of the thin walls?
Rats? Bah, they are just in the halls.
You'll be fine going to space.
It is such a nice place.
Might explode or get alien probed,
But you'll be fine once de-robed.
You'll be fine at the job,
Just sit back and work for Bob.
He'll work you to death,
But you'll be fine until your last breath.
You'll be fine reading this post,
I am such a nice host.
Trust the feline.
You will be fine.
Pfffft says the cat, no one really knows that. Chances are you'll be fine, but not always does fine align. Yeah, a cellphone was left inside a woman too. I learned that at the redneck's zoo. You'll be fine now passing gas, just trust in my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 6, 2016
The Give Up Twist Can't Be Missed!
We all know that you shouldn't give up if you want something at your sea. At least in most cases that come to be. If you want to rob a bank, give up, or walk the plank. But then it gets a twist with a flick of the wrist.
Don't give up.
Fills a cup.
Bet it's on the side.
Fills one with pride.
Hang in there.
A cat with hair.
Or would that be kitten?
Humans are smitten.
But what of the twist?
One hoped to be missed.
It comes and goes.
Mostly from foes.
Foes as friends.
Never depends.
Use and peruse.
Lit that fuse.
You can't give up.
Don't be a pup.
You are almost done.
Come with me for fun.
You can't give up.
Don't suffer a hiccup.
We are the mighty few.
Yeah, you too.
You need to buy that.
Find a way where you are at.
You really, really, really need it.
So rob a bank or some shit.
You need to get that done.
Yeah, make those people run.
Don't give up yet.
Use crap from a pet.
Not the right car for you?
Don't give up at your zoo.
Look, there is one over here.
We will find one, have no fear.
Not the right this or that?
We won't chew the fat.
We will find it and take your money.
Don't give up on us, honey.
See how it gets twisted about? Ever notice the don't give up twisted shout? Don't give up writing I will say. But on such idiots, give up any old day. And then run far far away. You'll be better off and keep your pay. Then you could leave them some gas, that works for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Don't give up.
Fills a cup.
Bet it's on the side.
Fills one with pride.
Hang in there.
A cat with hair.
Or would that be kitten?
Humans are smitten.
But what of the twist?
One hoped to be missed.
It comes and goes.
Mostly from foes.
Foes as friends.
Never depends.
Use and peruse.
Lit that fuse.
You can't give up.
Don't be a pup.
You are almost done.
Come with me for fun.
You can't give up.
Don't suffer a hiccup.
We are the mighty few.
Yeah, you too.
You need to buy that.
Find a way where you are at.
You really, really, really need it.
So rob a bank or some shit.
You need to get that done.
Yeah, make those people run.
Don't give up yet.
Use crap from a pet.
Not the right car for you?
Don't give up at your zoo.
Look, there is one over here.
We will find one, have no fear.
Not the right this or that?
We won't chew the fat.
We will find it and take your money.
Don't give up on us, honey.
See how it gets twisted about? Ever notice the don't give up twisted shout? Don't give up writing I will say. But on such idiots, give up any old day. And then run far far away. You'll be better off and keep your pay. Then you could leave them some gas, that works for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 5, 2016
Allergic To Me At My Sea?
Allergies are far and wide. Wider still with each turning tide. Seems like everyone is allergic to something these days, even cats and dogs are in the allergy maze.
Allergies are here.
Could be my rhyming rear.
I shake and you sniffle a bit.
Yeah, I really would do it.
Could be dog or cat,
That makes you go splat.
Snot from the nose.
Hives red like a rose.
Could be nuts,
Not the snip snip ones from mutts,
But the cashew type.
With them you could have a gripe.
But that's not all.
There's each and every damn thing at ones hall.
You can be allergic to plastic,
That wouldn't be fantastic.
A nut said to me,
Can't be allergic to that at your sea.
The nut was sure wrong.
But they sing the same old song.
Can't isn't the case,
With the allergy race.
A cow pattie could make you sneeze,
As you suck it in with the breeze.
Could be mold,
That takes hold.
Could be trees,
Or maybe even fleas.
Heck, could be cat nip.
To that we give lip.
Could be big weird long name food addition thingy.
Easier to call them a thingy magiggy.
Hell, one person was even allergic to water,
Or something in it at least, like otter.
All depends on how this or that goes.
Allergic to what? Who knows?
Everything is fair game,
Even if they seem lame.
So the can't can bite me,
And go hang from a tree.
After the can't came up at my sea, figured this had to be given a go by me. Allergies to anything surely suck, but water would be hard to pass the buck. Any allergies at your sea? Idiots out there don't believe thee? At least no one has yet become allergic to my gas. So I can keep passing it out my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Allergies are here.
Could be my rhyming rear.
I shake and you sniffle a bit.
Yeah, I really would do it.
Could be dog or cat,
That makes you go splat.
Snot from the nose.
Hives red like a rose.
Could be nuts,
Not the snip snip ones from mutts,
But the cashew type.
With them you could have a gripe.
But that's not all.
There's each and every damn thing at ones hall.
You can be allergic to plastic,
That wouldn't be fantastic.
A nut said to me,
Can't be allergic to that at your sea.
The nut was sure wrong.
But they sing the same old song.
Can't isn't the case,
With the allergy race.
A cow pattie could make you sneeze,
As you suck it in with the breeze.
Could be mold,
That takes hold.
Could be trees,
Or maybe even fleas.
Heck, could be cat nip.
To that we give lip.
Could be big weird long name food addition thingy.
Easier to call them a thingy magiggy.
Hell, one person was even allergic to water,
Or something in it at least, like otter.
All depends on how this or that goes.
Allergic to what? Who knows?
Everything is fair game,
Even if they seem lame.
So the can't can bite me,
And go hang from a tree.
After the can't came up at my sea, figured this had to be given a go by me. Allergies to anything surely suck, but water would be hard to pass the buck. Any allergies at your sea? Idiots out there don't believe thee? At least no one has yet become allergic to my gas. So I can keep passing it out my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 4, 2016
Experience The Worth Across The Earth!
Experience must have lost its meaning from sea to sea. Either that or it means we don't want to pay thee. Come and do what you will but we aren't going to foot the bill.
Experience wanted.
That is taunted.
Experience needed.
That is seeded.
Experienced times two.
Plainly in view.
Experienced at it.
Come do our shit.
We're experienced too.
Experienced in screwing you.
And not in a fun way.
Sorry, just slave away all day.
We want experienced cheap.
Don't be a creep.
Follow like a sheep.
The rewards we reap.
You know what to do.
Come, join our zoo.
But you'll get paid crappy.
Still, you better be happy.
We are every day.
We get more pay.
Laugh straight to the bank,
Watching our flank.
We're experienced in that.
Watch where we're at.
Don't want to get screwed.
You get that attitude.
Are you experienced at it?
Come, do the shit.
We don't want to do it.
So you can do every bit.
But you have to be in the know.
That is just how it will go.
We don't want to lift a finger,
You can't just sit and linger.
Come and rule the day.
Hey, we will anyway,
Off of your back.
Your experience better not lack.
The cat has just been looking here and there and experience is cried for at every lair. But some pay less than the no experience required guys. Hmm, think there is a booby prize? It's all dirt cheap when dealing with a company creep. Over some you could make more mowing grass. Luckily, I have experience avoiding them with my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Experience wanted.
That is taunted.
Experience needed.
That is seeded.
Experienced times two.
Plainly in view.
Experienced at it.
Come do our shit.
We're experienced too.
Experienced in screwing you.
And not in a fun way.
Sorry, just slave away all day.
We want experienced cheap.
Don't be a creep.
Follow like a sheep.
The rewards we reap.
You know what to do.
Come, join our zoo.
But you'll get paid crappy.
Still, you better be happy.
We are every day.
We get more pay.
Laugh straight to the bank,
Watching our flank.
We're experienced in that.
Watch where we're at.
Don't want to get screwed.
You get that attitude.
Are you experienced at it?
Come, do the shit.
We don't want to do it.
So you can do every bit.
But you have to be in the know.
That is just how it will go.
We don't want to lift a finger,
You can't just sit and linger.
Come and rule the day.
Hey, we will anyway,
Off of your back.
Your experience better not lack.
The cat has just been looking here and there and experience is cried for at every lair. But some pay less than the no experience required guys. Hmm, think there is a booby prize? It's all dirt cheap when dealing with a company creep. Over some you could make more mowing grass. Luckily, I have experience avoiding them with my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 3, 2016
Take The Fart Over The Heart!
It's here.A loveable rear.One with an arrow.Flies like a sparrow.
Except has more shit.Yep, I said it.That would be Cupid.Another thing that's stupid.
Hallmark can bite me.Or go run up a tree.But this isn't about that.We'll wait until it's time where we're at.
But why wait?A date's a date.That is true.Why string along you?
Did you say string?I will take it for a fling.Maybe not heart strings though.They can be a foe.
But the heart it is,With today's biz.Ignore the heart,Go with the fart.
A bad review.Whoopdi doo.Go with the fart,Blow it out a certain part.
Poof, it is gone.Out on the lawn.Bury or not bury it.Some dog can take the hit.
Weigh heavy on a heart?Shoot it out like a dart.Whether a hit or miss,It sure isn't bliss.
So let the fart fly,Right at some other guy.Don't take it to heart.Shoot it out as a fart.
Did you expect that today? Haters stink at any bay. So give them some stink back. Don't take to heart their flack. Just let it loose from your caboose. Could blow it out your ear too. That would take skill from you. So let loose the gas and trust my secure little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 2, 2016
An App For Any Old Chap!
There are so many apps out there that you don't have time to see them all at your lair. Never fear though. the cat will help you out with today's show. You'll want all of these and beg on your knees.
Cuddlr is first.
You may just burst.
Lets you find people around,
So cuddling can be found.
Places I've Pooped.
Have you looped?
As an around and around?
Blah to public loos that surround.
Run Pee!
Is just for thee.
Don't miss anything big.
Shows perfect times in movies to let loose your jig.
Pimple Popper is here.
The redneck will give it a cheer.
With it she can pop pimples all day.
Sure she already has it at her bay.
And there's Paper Racing.
No need for pacing.
See who runs out of tp first.
Whoever does is the worst.
Fake Conversation is ready.
It will call you steady.
A fake phone call for you.
Hey, could get you home to your zoo.
Then you have Hold On.
It's not a con.
You hold onto the button as long as can be.
High score is for hours from thee.
Punch a Hipster is here.
Hipsters may run in fear.
Punch a cartoon Hipster in the face.
You'll get a warm and tingly embrace.
The Death App is easy.
No, it's not cheesy.
It tells you when you will die,
And what of to make relatives cry.
And you can't go wrong,
With iVooDoo coming along.
Can stick pins in the thing.
Maybe up some real voodoo will spring?
And now you can run out and download them all. Don't you want each one at your hall? I bet you'll waste away hours with each one. Damn, aren't apps fun? Maybe I'll make an app come to pass. All it will be is you staring at my wiggling little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Cuddlr is first.
You may just burst.
Lets you find people around,
So cuddling can be found.
Places I've Pooped.
Have you looped?
As an around and around?
Blah to public loos that surround.
Run Pee!
Is just for thee.
Don't miss anything big.
Shows perfect times in movies to let loose your jig.
Pimple Popper is here.
The redneck will give it a cheer.
With it she can pop pimples all day.
Sure she already has it at her bay.
And there's Paper Racing.
No need for pacing.
See who runs out of tp first.
Whoever does is the worst.
Fake Conversation is ready.
It will call you steady.
A fake phone call for you.
Hey, could get you home to your zoo.
Then you have Hold On.
It's not a con.
You hold onto the button as long as can be.
High score is for hours from thee.
Punch a Hipster is here.
Hipsters may run in fear.
Punch a cartoon Hipster in the face.
You'll get a warm and tingly embrace.
The Death App is easy.
No, it's not cheesy.
It tells you when you will die,
And what of to make relatives cry.
And you can't go wrong,
With iVooDoo coming along.
Can stick pins in the thing.
Maybe up some real voodoo will spring?
And now you can run out and download them all. Don't you want each one at your hall? I bet you'll waste away hours with each one. Damn, aren't apps fun? Maybe I'll make an app come to pass. All it will be is you staring at my wiggling little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 1, 2016
Today We Hit A Bump While Going Trump!
The cat has a special guest today. Too bad no one else would come out and play. The cat feels naked with only one paw. He may consider that breaking the law.
Why am I here?I've got bankruptcies to file.You look like something climbed up your rear.Maybe 911 you should dial.
Are you threatening me?I knew all Canadians were bad. Geez, I was just trying to help thee.A little up tight by a tad?
You Canadians will get a wall just like Mexico.And you'll pay for that great wall too. Can we block out you and Texaco?If so, I'll help build the wall at my zoo.
You can't keep me out of anywhere.I'm not bragging, but I'm really, really rich. So I shouldn't be giving you free press at my lair?Damn, isn't that a bitch.
What is this stuff?Why are you talking so funny?Is my rhyming tough?I guess brightness doesn't go hand in hand with money.
I knew you aren't the right people. We need a wall to block Canada more than ever.Will it have a huge church steeple?You could see Alaska with such an endeavor.
Our great walls will prove America needs no one.Except for cheap labor from Bangladesh to create best selling shirts and ties. I hear Alaskan women are cold and need some fun.I'll have to do my duty and go warm them up so no one dies.
And climbing my great wall will give Bill some exercise.He sure doesn't spend time on the world's best courses, which I own.Don't think the voters aren't on to you and wise.When I'm president I will take from all for the common good like an Indian loan.
That's why we need to kick out the Indians too.We can't have any more loans going out.I remember being under sniper fire at the zoo.Those monkeys sure can throw their poop about.
Do you Canadians even have all your shots?You and the rest of those bottom feeders can take a hike. I think I see weapons of mass destruction in those furry spots.Let's invade Canada now and take what we like.
Well that was a rare visit at my sea. Don't they all just impress thee? Do they have a none of the above section to vote for? Might be better off at your American shore. Then again you could get a really tall wall. That has to impress at your hall. Or you could get one who wants to take and give to the government more. Woweee, that deserves an encore. I guess you never know who will visit the cat to chew the fat. Even the high, who are rather low, class. I'll never admit though if I have weapons of mass destruction up my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Why am I here?I've got bankruptcies to file.You look like something climbed up your rear.Maybe 911 you should dial.
Are you threatening me?I knew all Canadians were bad. Geez, I was just trying to help thee.A little up tight by a tad?
You Canadians will get a wall just like Mexico.And you'll pay for that great wall too. Can we block out you and Texaco?If so, I'll help build the wall at my zoo.
You can't keep me out of anywhere.I'm not bragging, but I'm really, really rich. So I shouldn't be giving you free press at my lair?Damn, isn't that a bitch.
What is this stuff?Why are you talking so funny?Is my rhyming tough?I guess brightness doesn't go hand in hand with money.
I knew you aren't the right people. We need a wall to block Canada more than ever.Will it have a huge church steeple?You could see Alaska with such an endeavor.
Our great walls will prove America needs no one.Except for cheap labor from Bangladesh to create best selling shirts and ties. I hear Alaskan women are cold and need some fun.I'll have to do my duty and go warm them up so no one dies.
And climbing my great wall will give Bill some exercise.He sure doesn't spend time on the world's best courses, which I own.Don't think the voters aren't on to you and wise.When I'm president I will take from all for the common good like an Indian loan.
That's why we need to kick out the Indians too.We can't have any more loans going out.I remember being under sniper fire at the zoo.Those monkeys sure can throw their poop about.
Do you Canadians even have all your shots?You and the rest of those bottom feeders can take a hike. I think I see weapons of mass destruction in those furry spots.Let's invade Canada now and take what we like.
Well that was a rare visit at my sea. Don't they all just impress thee? Do they have a none of the above section to vote for? Might be better off at your American shore. Then again you could get a really tall wall. That has to impress at your hall. Or you could get one who wants to take and give to the government more. Woweee, that deserves an encore. I guess you never know who will visit the cat to chew the fat. Even the high, who are rather low, class. I'll never admit though if I have weapons of mass destruction up my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
January 31, 2016
Patience Can Fly With The Rely!
The cat is as independent as can be. He likes to get things done himself at his sea. Why is that? Because then I can get it done stat. No playing the waiting game. With others, it's not the same.
I can't do that.
Can scoop the scat.
Can make a rhyme.
Can spin a dime.
Maybe even mime.
But that's crime.
So no can do,
Here at my zoo.
But can't fix a car.
Nope, can't go far.
Can blow it up though,
In case you want to know.
Can't do a heart transplant.
Yeah, that's a big slant.
Why would I do that to myself?
Let's leave that one on the shelf.
Things you can't do.
We all have a few.
Then you get stuck.
Shit outta luck.
Waiting to get in.
Taking it on the chin.
Waiting for it to be done.
Waiting is just no fun.
Things take time.
That isn't a crime.
But there's time and then there's time.
6 months later is a crime.
A double rhyme.
The same chime.
Still not as much a crime,
As a long arse time.
And then you have some,
Who are just rather umm dumb.
They don't even get it right.
Better off going to fly a kite.
So on the rely,
Patience can fly.
Out the window it may go,
And such chaps can turn from friend to foe.
Ever get that where you are at? Always a melon on which to rely. They are out there to screw some girl or guy. Not in a fun way. Unless maybe you are looking for that at your bay. The cat won't judge, much, if you are. Thankfully none of these nuts have got me for a while at my sand bar. It's like all they do is roll in the grass. They are more lazy than my feline little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
I can't do that.
Can scoop the scat.
Can make a rhyme.
Can spin a dime.
Maybe even mime.
But that's crime.
So no can do,
Here at my zoo.
But can't fix a car.
Nope, can't go far.
Can blow it up though,
In case you want to know.
Can't do a heart transplant.
Yeah, that's a big slant.
Why would I do that to myself?
Let's leave that one on the shelf.
Things you can't do.
We all have a few.
Then you get stuck.
Shit outta luck.
Waiting to get in.
Taking it on the chin.
Waiting for it to be done.
Waiting is just no fun.
Things take time.
That isn't a crime.
But there's time and then there's time.
6 months later is a crime.
A double rhyme.
The same chime.
Still not as much a crime,
As a long arse time.
And then you have some,
Who are just rather umm dumb.
They don't even get it right.
Better off going to fly a kite.
So on the rely,
Patience can fly.
Out the window it may go,
And such chaps can turn from friend to foe.
Ever get that where you are at? Always a melon on which to rely. They are out there to screw some girl or guy. Not in a fun way. Unless maybe you are looking for that at your bay. The cat won't judge, much, if you are. Thankfully none of these nuts have got me for a while at my sand bar. It's like all they do is roll in the grass. They are more lazy than my feline little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
January 30, 2016
You All Made It Out Alive Of Season Five!
Well now 5 years of blogging has officially come due today at my rhyming zoo. That is a lot of rhymes at my sea. Still about six months to go for 5 years without missing a day and letting rhyming fly free. Got mouthy there but just so you are aware.
5 years have come and gone.
As have a few from my lawn.
Vanished into thin air.
Guess they got scared of cat hair?
Or maybe they got a life.
Could have got a husband or wife.
Hey, maybe just a spring fling,
That lead to this, that or the other thing.
The cat stuck it out.
Betsy is the longest with her shout.
Here from almost the start.
The Gawker and Grammar Nazi went poof at their blog cart.
Suza, Theresa and Mary have kept on,
Every day coming to my lawn.
Even missing a few,
But catching up at my zoo.
Hank is here steady.
#1 at the ready.
Adam as well.
The ninja wannabe rings mostly a daily bell.
He has to take a vacation though.
Those clones must also go.
Betty and Brian the cat,
Sure never fall flat.
Manzi is here,
Rhyming with a cheer,
Terry misses 10,
Then catches up at my den.
Rosey is about,
Only missing a few out.
The redneck and blabber came back,
For another whack.
Anne and Old One Eye come and go and come and go and come and go.
I give Anne great Viking fat chewing visuals though.
And through it all,
A rhyme does call.
5 years of fun,
And sure not done.
Here's to 5 more,
At my rhyming shore.
The cat remembers all in the five years at his hall. Many have come and gone across blogland. Many still are here and lend a hand. Blogland is sure a great place. One the cat likes to embrace. Plus being 9 months ahead I can stay here with ease and do what I please. Now all this nice stuff makes me want to go throw up a hairball in the grass. Thanks to all, except spammers and haters, for the 5 years of fun for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
5 years have come and gone.
As have a few from my lawn.
Vanished into thin air.
Guess they got scared of cat hair?
Or maybe they got a life.
Could have got a husband or wife.
Hey, maybe just a spring fling,
That lead to this, that or the other thing.
The cat stuck it out.
Betsy is the longest with her shout.
Here from almost the start.
The Gawker and Grammar Nazi went poof at their blog cart.
Suza, Theresa and Mary have kept on,
Every day coming to my lawn.
Even missing a few,
But catching up at my zoo.
Hank is here steady.
#1 at the ready.
Adam as well.
The ninja wannabe rings mostly a daily bell.
He has to take a vacation though.
Those clones must also go.
Betty and Brian the cat,
Sure never fall flat.
Manzi is here,
Rhyming with a cheer,
Terry misses 10,
Then catches up at my den.
Rosey is about,
Only missing a few out.
The redneck and blabber came back,
For another whack.
Anne and Old One Eye come and go and come and go and come and go.
I give Anne great Viking fat chewing visuals though.
And through it all,
A rhyme does call.
5 years of fun,
And sure not done.
Here's to 5 more,
At my rhyming shore.
The cat remembers all in the five years at his hall. Many have come and gone across blogland. Many still are here and lend a hand. Blogland is sure a great place. One the cat likes to embrace. Plus being 9 months ahead I can stay here with ease and do what I please. Now all this nice stuff makes me want to go throw up a hairball in the grass. Thanks to all, except spammers and haters, for the 5 years of fun for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
January 29, 2016
The Book Of The Cook!
The cat watches humans at the other sea and they eat with such glee. Pat doesn't bother with that. So it was sure news to the cat. Look at all that cooking. It is worth a double booking.
Step 1 is easy,
Could even be cheesy.
You get out the pots and pans,
To cook for your fans.
Step 2 is grand.
Time for food land.
Get it all ready.
The cooking will come steady.
Step 3 is now here.
Don't run in fear.
Mix the two.
Pot and food in view.
Step 4 is tricky.
Could end up icky.
Set the timer and such.
Can't let it go too much.
Step 5 is simple.
Like popping a pimple.
Add in the extra stuff.
Make sure you have enough.
Step 6 is done.
Set the table and run.
Run to get the rest.
Shiny silverware is the best.
Step 7 is next up.
Put out everything without a hiccup.
Set it on the table all nice and neat.
Then it is time to eat.
Step 8 fill the plate.
That is an easy fate.
Get what you like,
Let food take a hike.
Step 9 scarf it all back.
Pray there is no heart attack.
15 mins or less to eat.
Hours cooking in the heat.
Step 10 has more.
Not done at your shore.
Now it is time to clean.
Need to keep everything serene.
Hmmm, the cat likes Pat's way better here. Then he has more time for my rhyming rear. How do you humans like all that cooking? Unless you are Gloria and cook for blog looking. All the mess and all the cleaning. No thank you to that screening. Do you like cooking for a mass? Screw that, says my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Step 1 is easy,
Could even be cheesy.
You get out the pots and pans,
To cook for your fans.
Step 2 is grand.
Time for food land.
Get it all ready.
The cooking will come steady.
Step 3 is now here.
Don't run in fear.
Mix the two.
Pot and food in view.
Step 4 is tricky.
Could end up icky.
Set the timer and such.
Can't let it go too much.
Step 5 is simple.
Like popping a pimple.
Add in the extra stuff.
Make sure you have enough.
Step 6 is done.
Set the table and run.
Run to get the rest.
Shiny silverware is the best.
Step 7 is next up.
Put out everything without a hiccup.
Set it on the table all nice and neat.
Then it is time to eat.
Step 8 fill the plate.
That is an easy fate.
Get what you like,
Let food take a hike.
Step 9 scarf it all back.
Pray there is no heart attack.
15 mins or less to eat.
Hours cooking in the heat.
Step 10 has more.
Not done at your shore.
Now it is time to clean.
Need to keep everything serene.
Hmmm, the cat likes Pat's way better here. Then he has more time for my rhyming rear. How do you humans like all that cooking? Unless you are Gloria and cook for blog looking. All the mess and all the cleaning. No thank you to that screening. Do you like cooking for a mass? Screw that, says my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
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