Pat Hatt's Blog, page 161

Get In Your Kicks And Licks!

The cat watches humans near and far and you know I think they are strange at their sand bar. But they have a fascination with waiting around and thinking, poof, whatever they want will be found.

Sit on your rump,
Happy or grump.
Large or thin.
Can still do you in.

Can kick the bucket.
But ahhh duck it.
You still sit.
Can't just do it.

Whoops, sorry Nike.
Blame some guy named Mikey.
If you kick the bucket you'll be pissed,
Is that why you make a bucket list?

Must be a hole in your bucket.
Or it simply says, suck it.
The bucket is a meanie.
Holds those goals like heat to a beanie.

Does a beanie hold heat?
Bah, still left in defeat.
Then the bucket you kick,
Never doing a lick.

Regret for eternity on your plate.
That must be a very nice fate.
But you have your bucket.
Blame it and duck it.

As in duck the blame.
Humans are lame.
Can pass it off with ease.
To you it is a breeze.

So enjoy the bucket,
That tells you to suck it.
That bucket is to blame.
It prevented your fame.

Nope, it wasn't you,
That did nothing new.
It was the bucket's fault.
Damn thing was locked up like a vault.

Life in a bucket.
You can't duck it.
You can say umm pluck it.
But in the end you suck it.

Pffft says the cat. Want something done where you're at? Do it and shut up about your damn bucket. To the bucket I say umm puck it. Magic is fake! Oopsy, spoiled that for you with my take? Of course somethings take dough to get up and go, but saving things in a bucket that you will eventually kick, sure sounds like some backasswards magic trick. Now the cat is through with his bucket sass and off I go with my bucket hating little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Why Oh Why Need A New Apply!

So the cat has done it before about Facebook and the other crap from shore to shore. But what about regular sites? Why does new show up in funky tights? Does underwear on the outside give so many pride?

Here and there,
At many a lair,
The site is fine,
No hazard sign.

Whoops, no more.
Brand new shore.
Brand new door.
Open and explore.

It isn't tricky.
Hit the do hicky.
That thingy maggigy,
Won't make you wiggy.

Click and try.
Easy, no lie.
Out with the old.
It was too cold.

In with the new.
A swanky new view.
Click and click.
This is no trick.

Why the new?
Why, it's just for you.
You didn't ask for it.
But the fuse was lit.

No, not click bait.
Not an ad video trait.
Not to up each stat.
Forget all of that.

It is to please.
No need for ease.
Pffft to load time.
Slow isn't a crime.

A auto video play,
Will make your day.
An ad for $5679.69 an hour,
Proves we've got power.

It was all for you.
Don't you like new?
The ads are just there.
Enjoy our outside underwear.

Pffft is all the cat can say with their ads everywhere display. Their click bait titles are so great too. That is all they seem to be able to do. If the site sucks a ton, i.e. Pat's old crummy author site, sure, go on a fixing run. But if it works leave it the hell alone. No need for ads at every tone. But it is easy to see what is done. Make a site easy to use that is fun, then when you have users by the bucket load change to ads up the arse mode. I guess ads make them seem like a higher class? Pffft again says my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

All Over, Like A Turd To Rover!

Hey, a turd is gone when rover sees it. He just eats up that umm spit. Now with the a to z through the cat has to get back to work at his zoo. I enjoyed my break. It was a piece of cake.

Saying the words of, all over.
Can annoy even the best rover.
You still have to throw a dog a bone.
Wrap them all in that shameful cone.

All over is a saying.
It seems to keep playing.
Will it ever be put to rest?
All over the all over test.

That movie is all over.
Now go smell a clover.
Four leaf or two.
It is up to you.

Wait! Ten years later,
Here is something greater.
A remake is in hand.
Isn't that just grand?

Now you watch all over again,
Until it is all over at your den.
Wow, all over to get all over.
That would confuse Grover.

All over the internet.
I'm all over it, don't fret.
All over the house,
You chase that little mouse.

You're all over this.
Not getting bliss?
All over something you miss?
Forget all over with a kiss.

The cat hates slobber.
He'll treat you like a robber.
So over before it began.
Like when you kick the can.

So is anything all over?
Not food for rover.
They'll eat and eat.
All is a tasty treat.

All over for today.
But another rhyme will play.
So are things all over ever?
Back around comes every endeavor.

See what a blog title can do as I started about the a to z being through? Doesn't take much to get the cat going with another rhyming showing. Are things ever all over though? Still some memories that will flow. That is until you are dead in the grass. Then it is all over for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Are There Loos In Zoos?

And here we are the end of the a to z at my bar. Now my break is through and I have to come up with topics at my zoo. Yeah, that's not hard to do. Especially since I write this it is October at my zoo. For z it is just that, zoos will be yapped about by the cat.

My zoo isn't a zoo.
That much you knew.
Then again there is a door,
So we really can't explore.

For our own good,
We're told at our hood.
Those cars are scary.
Moving things that aren't hairy.

Anyway, on with it.
Zoos sure are a hit.
But are they wise?
Some let loose cries.

They get enraged.
The poor animals caged.
Go on and on and on,
From dusk to dawn.

There may be a point,
To their yapping at ones joint.
But then on the flip side,
Saves some from an extinction ride.

Humans kill off most,
Drive them away from coast to coast.
Then they stick them in a zoo,
And save them from extinction coming due.

A big helping hand there, right?
My, start and stop the plight.
Humans really see into the future quite far.
Maybe their brains are filled with tar?

But then the good ones save.
So that is a good path they pave.
Plus they need dough to do so.
So humans visit high and low.

A win win for the good ones.
Not so much for the ones that suck tons.
They are just after the money.
But you get to pet a bunny.

In this day in age,
Are zoos even still the rage?
So do you picket,
Or buy a ticket?

Been to a zoo? Think they are evil without a clue? So ends the a to z. Another year it has been done by me. Hopefully the cat didn't ruffle too many feathers with his rants. If so, go step on some ants. They taste good too. You can trust my zoo. Or you can just give me sass. Works fine for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

A Full Booth Of Youth!

So the cat touched on this here and there as we did the a to z at my lair, but why not give it a full blown go. For Y we step on Youth's toe.

Question the state,
Death is your fate.
Whoops, not that.
Falling in line is where it's at.

Schools have no money,
But war mongers live sunny.
Lessons are taught a certain way.
Tell the truth? Pfffft eat hay.

A medal for everyone.
Just show up and run.
You only need to go an inch.
Screw first or second trying to clinch.

Go and run a muck.
No, simply does suck.
Who needs any of that.
No discipline allowed, dingbat.

Post the day online.
That is just fine.
Cyber attack from mommy's basement.
That is a great space to vent.

Live the dream.
Follow the stream.
College is where it's at.
Whoops, no job promised, drat.

Be the same.
Screw your name.
You are just a number.
Remember that as you slumber.

One, two, three!
I will scold thee.
Counting means harm?
Pffft sorry, three's not a charm.

Sit and eat,
Everything is sweet.
Play that game.
Exercise is lame.

So conform today.
That is the way.
No imagination in life.
Live for the strife.

Yep, glad I was born when I was indeed. Not as much of this crap at my feed. Pathetic how everyone and everything is just becoming the same. That is completely lame. But dumb PC, PTA and sue happy nuts who talk out their butts, sure made it that way. Stick your PC I say. But you knew that would come to pass as anything PC can kiss my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Forget The Spit And Xerox It!

Now we are on to a big one, that seems to hit many under the sun. The copy cat. They want to xerox that. Yep, xerox is the word of the day as X in the a to z comes to play.

That looks great.
Gets no hate.
I want it too.
It's mine, it's true.

Never xeroxed it.
It is my hit.
I never copied at all.
Plagiarism is so last fall.

Artistic license is what it is.
Hey, we are all in the same biz.
I changed the names around.
A few new words are found.

That makes it mine.
Just give the peace sign.
Peace and love my friends.
Trust the hippie dippie life trends.

I reposted a post.
Fine by this host.
I borrowed it from another.
You going to cry to your mother?

Wait! I mean it was mine.
They stole it down the line.
I just back dated it.
See, was my first hit.

Everything is the same.
Forget the xerox claim.
That is my original work.
Hmmm a conundrum seems to lurk?

Original yet the same?
That is my claim.
It is original to each name.
Other than that it is the same.

Pfft I'm not digging a hole.
Come and pay the toll.
Read, play, watch my work.
Xeroxing is such a perk.

It didn't take much time.
Forget that it's a crime.
It is original with my name anyway.
Come and give me your pay.

Ever been xeroxed at your sea? My stuff is rather crazy, so I doubt it here. But other spots maybe from my little rhyming rear. If it is online they will trespass and could easily make me a xeroxed little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Today At My Sea We Be Worry Free!

So W could go many a way. Could blab on about wheat at my bay. But I'll save that for another day. Another day may not come you say? The reason for the W post at play. For the a to z Worry joins the fray.

Worry about time.
Worry about grime.
Worry about money.
Your day's no longer sunny.

Worry turns to stress.
Life's just a mess.
Worry about stressing.
Stress gets a new dressing.

Now you're dressed to worry,
At the drop of a snow flurry.
No matter what comes due,
Worrying becomes you.

Worry about rain.
Worry about pain.
Worry about the norm,
Worry takes a new form.

Worry dressed as stress,
Leaves life more than a mess.
In comes the disease,
Making you weak in the knees.

Worry turned to health.
Now health and wealth.
Worry screwed you over,
Like a leg humping rover.

Worry about all life.
Worry about all strife.
Worry about death.
Worry with each breath.

Trapped in a maze,
A worrisome gaze.
Nothing left to do,
But worry the day through.

Worry about air.
Worry about nothing rare.
Worries are the trend.
Worries are at an end.

Death becomes you.
Way early it comes due.
Worried into a grave.
The path you pave.

Did I worry you today? Are you worried at your bay? I'm worried I may worry the worried people into worrying more. Nah, not really worried about that at my shore. Why bother worrying about useless crap? Do you want to be a dead early chap? Screw worrying, just give sass. It works for my non worrying little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

The Price Of Nice!

Now we all know the cat is far from nice. I like to chow down on mice. That sure isn't nice, right? Plus you know those things that take flight. Yeah, I eat those too. Whatever will I do? Oh yes, nice. Let's go with that and put the eating things on ice.

Nice to you,
Nice to me.
That gets a yippee.
R's Great Post for me.

Just fit that in.
Not a sin.
Is R even still around?
Bet he's still found.

Niceness is great.
Should be everyone's fate.
A common trait.
Like dessert near a plate.

But what is nice?
Do it and pay the price.
Nice can lead to much.
Like users and such.

But been there done that.
So no need to chew that fat.
Chewing fat is great.
What? You can't relate?

See, nice to one, isn't nice to another.
Nice to you may not be nice to your brother.
So being nice can leave a chill.
Nice becomes something that makes people ill.

Flip it that way,
Nice with smoochies at ones bay,
Yeah I said it.
I'll take the hit.

Makes many gag.
The gag plays tag.
All around do it.
See, not a nice smoochie fit.

Nice is a universal thing?
Pfft not unless all are puppets on a string.
Ultron will prove that wrong.
Yeah, he sang a Disney song.

So be nice, be mean.
Use ice if you smell unclean.
Some things are universal mean.
But nice? Depends on the drinking canteen.

Wasn't that nice? Hey, I didn't charge a price. That sure is nice of me. Ever get dinged for being nice at your sea? See, nice isn't all it is cracked up to be. Some cats think it is nice to sit on a mat and pee. Thankfully not I or Cass. That is just nasty to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

A Must See Violence Spree!

We have to top ourselves today. Let's blow things up at my bay. Let's chop off a head. Watch as that evil guy is dead. With the a to z we go on another violence spree.

Blame the TV,
Blame the video game.
That is what kids see,
Parents aren't just lame.

Follow the PTA.
Go all PC.
That is the way.
It's the media spree.

They lop of a head.
They shoot people up.
Put a horse head in bed,
Hey, beats food for a pup.

The media is the blame.
That is the stance.
None of it is tame.
All it takes is a glance.

Pffft give the cat a break.
Go jump in a lake.
Maybe choke on some cake.
Oopsy, in violence did I partake?

Burnt at the stake.
That must be swell.
A noose we can make,
To send all to Hell.

A sword to the gut.
A club to the head.
Burnt in a hut,
While sleeping in bed.

Poison in your cup.
An arrow to the heart.
Attacked by a pup,
Relieved of a certain part.

All have been done.
All nasty as can be.
And with their killing fun,
Guess what at your sea?

There was NO media what so ever!
And more violence came due.
Now don't you feel clever?
Sorry PC idiots, but screw you.

Now violence in the media may and does make one dumbed down to it. So when they see it they don't give a umm spit. But causing nut bags to be nut bags? Yeah, kill those brain cells with your weed drags. Excuses for humans being a violent race as "civilized" they pretend to embrace, is all it is. Humans were waaaay more violent before the media biz. So that excuse is as likely as violence being caused by the gas from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Used And Abused!

Don't you love the users? They can sure be amusers. What, that isn't a word? Pffft the cat has a whole herd. Anyway, they can be amusers if you know before hand. Then you can ignore in your land. So for U in the a to z we go with Used at my sea.

Used and abused.
Leaves you confused?
Used and abused.
Leaves you amused?

A tit for tat.
Laugh or splat.
A high or low?
Only you know.

Or maybe you do not.
Used wasn't caught.
They got the win.
They did you in.

Starts with an ask.
A simple little task.
Then ends with a boom,
Causing you doom.

Borrow a little money?
Ha, you really are funny.
Stay at your place?
Hell no, in my serious face.

On with life.
No used strife.
Happy as can be.
On them I pee.

Borrow a little money?
Sure, how much honey?
Stay at your place?
Sure, you can have this space.

On with life.
Used and full of strife.
Used and broke.
Used and stuck with a permanent bloke.

Nice and used,
Leaves users amused.
They sucked you in.
You filled their tin.

Now left screwed.
Ate up and chewed.
You're scarred and cut,
While off the user will strut.

Ever been used and abused at your sea? They all need a kick to the knee. Thankfully a big fat no keeps me free from a user foe. They can stick it in their ear or in their rear, whatever they like, as I tell them to take a hike. Some aren't even used to sass. They can just stay far away from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.