Pat Hatt's Blog, page 168
March 5, 2015
Costly Mistake But Fun To Partake!
There are many ways to send a resume at your bay. The cat has seen a few doozies on display. Yeah, don't use doozy if you want to win. Such words will get in thrown in the trash bin.
Resume is sent.
It has to make a dent.
It was done so well.
Oops, you can't spell.
I'm intrested in here more about that.
My, your IQ must be rather flat.
The refuse place won't even take you.
Hopefully welfare will do.
This will get your hired.
You will never get fired.
Enough dough to fill your tummy,
You include a letter from mommy.
Hobbies: enjoy cooking Chinese and Italians.
Damn, a step up from stallions?
I guess you believe in population control.
Watch out Chinese and Italians when out for a stroll.
Next be sure and give all a thrill.
Even those who need a little blue pill.
Say you know about the bees and the birds,
And can persuade people sexually with your words.
Career break in 1999 to renovate my horse.
Damn, couldn't make it around the course?
Poor horse got lots of attention at least.
I hope you were nice to the beast.
Skills: attention to detail, strong work ethic, team player, attention to detail.
Hmmm that is one big epic attention fail.
Maybe it was just an off day?
Maybe a little ADD at play?
Summer work: Took care of elderly and vegetable people.
Are the veggie people in the shape of a steeple?
That would mean they are carrot like.
Maybe the broccoli ones took a hike?
And if you want to be a drama queen.
There is no need to make a scene.
Make it such an interesting display,
Write it, act 1, act 2, like a play.
Finally, if you want a resume with heft,
Go ahead and explain your theft.
You may have stole a pig.
But it was a small pig, the size of a twig.
Does anyone think any of that is a good idea to use? Damn, if so the cat may abuse. At least the blunders are fun to peruse and they can surely amuse. Maybe one day I'll do a resume all in rhyme. I'm sure I'll be hired in no time. Pffft yeah I'd probably get sass. Thankfully no need for that from my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Resume is sent.
It has to make a dent.
It was done so well.
Oops, you can't spell.
I'm intrested in here more about that.
My, your IQ must be rather flat.
The refuse place won't even take you.
Hopefully welfare will do.
This will get your hired.
You will never get fired.
Enough dough to fill your tummy,
You include a letter from mommy.
Hobbies: enjoy cooking Chinese and Italians.
Damn, a step up from stallions?
I guess you believe in population control.
Watch out Chinese and Italians when out for a stroll.
Next be sure and give all a thrill.
Even those who need a little blue pill.
Say you know about the bees and the birds,
And can persuade people sexually with your words.
Career break in 1999 to renovate my horse.
Damn, couldn't make it around the course?
Poor horse got lots of attention at least.
I hope you were nice to the beast.
Skills: attention to detail, strong work ethic, team player, attention to detail.
Hmmm that is one big epic attention fail.
Maybe it was just an off day?
Maybe a little ADD at play?
Summer work: Took care of elderly and vegetable people.
Are the veggie people in the shape of a steeple?
That would mean they are carrot like.
Maybe the broccoli ones took a hike?
And if you want to be a drama queen.
There is no need to make a scene.
Make it such an interesting display,
Write it, act 1, act 2, like a play.
Finally, if you want a resume with heft,
Go ahead and explain your theft.
You may have stole a pig.
But it was a small pig, the size of a twig.
Does anyone think any of that is a good idea to use? Damn, if so the cat may abuse. At least the blunders are fun to peruse and they can surely amuse. Maybe one day I'll do a resume all in rhyme. I'm sure I'll be hired in no time. Pffft yeah I'd probably get sass. Thankfully no need for that from my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 4, 2015
A Little Shoo For Your Insecure View!
So you want to make that insecure stuff shoo? Think it is hard to do? Bah, it is as easy as can be. Just follow along with me.
Still oh so insecure,
After my previous allure?
Hmm that could be taken wrong.
Might make all sing the insecurity song.
But it has to shoo,
Not stick like glue.
Jump away like a kangaroo,
At the count of two.
Why use three?
Two is faster for thee.
One, two, poof.
There goes the insecure goof.
Would poof be three?
Don't argue with me.
It's one, two, go.
No three is to show.
Go all Lethal Weapon on you?
Guess that at my zoo?
Score one for you.
What? Oh yeah, the shoo.
The shoe dropped.
Something flopped.
The cake wasn't topped.
The pic was cropped.
All things the same,
In a roundabout claim.
Just sit and think.
Get it? Wink, wink.
Still need a shoo?
It can't be true.
You have stopped thinking.
Oops, things aren't sinking.
Can you be out of your head?
Wouldn't that make you dead?
Maybe a ghost in bed?
New thrill at club med.
Maybe I'll get a kickback,
For such an idea at my shack.
Shack up with a ghost.
It will spread from coast to coast.
See? Now your insecurity climbed a tree. You were too busy trying to make sense of my nonsense. Sense of nonsense can go on either side of a winding fence. Can see what you want to see and forget about insecurity. Just get out of your head for a while. Change that insecure dial. Just go roll in the grass. It works for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Still oh so insecure,
After my previous allure?
Hmm that could be taken wrong.
Might make all sing the insecurity song.
But it has to shoo,
Not stick like glue.
Jump away like a kangaroo,
At the count of two.
Why use three?
Two is faster for thee.
One, two, poof.
There goes the insecure goof.
Would poof be three?
Don't argue with me.
It's one, two, go.
No three is to show.
Go all Lethal Weapon on you?
Guess that at my zoo?
Score one for you.
What? Oh yeah, the shoo.
The shoe dropped.
Something flopped.
The cake wasn't topped.
The pic was cropped.
All things the same,
In a roundabout claim.
Just sit and think.
Get it? Wink, wink.
Still need a shoo?
It can't be true.
You have stopped thinking.
Oops, things aren't sinking.
Can you be out of your head?
Wouldn't that make you dead?
Maybe a ghost in bed?
New thrill at club med.
Maybe I'll get a kickback,
For such an idea at my shack.
Shack up with a ghost.
It will spread from coast to coast.
See? Now your insecurity climbed a tree. You were too busy trying to make sense of my nonsense. Sense of nonsense can go on either side of a winding fence. Can see what you want to see and forget about insecurity. Just get out of your head for a while. Change that insecure dial. Just go roll in the grass. It works for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 3, 2015
Dumb Law Has A Flaw!
So the cat has heard of this Murphy fellow and he seems to be anything but mellow. The guy gets the blame for everything bad. He must have thought his law was rad.
The worst of the worst.
There's nothing to quench your thirst.
Rant and shout all about,
The law is to blame as to why you're out.
Not that you were too lazy to buy a drink.
Or too cheap to use a filter on the sink.
Nope, it is good old Murhpy's law.
That just has to leave you raw.
Going for a trip.
On a banana peel you slip.
You get in the wrong lane.
You miss your plane.
You sit there for an hour.
You get an airport germ shower.
You get on a plane next to crying baby.
You crash and die and just maybe,
It was all that Murphy guy.
His law made you fry.
Not that you were dumb enough to slip on a banana peel.
Is that even able to be a real deal?
But that is not all.
Those left at home ball.
They mourn your death.
Oh no, they can't catch their breath.
Carbon Monoxide has filled the house.
A cord got chewed by a mouse.
It made the house fill up.
It even affected the happy pup.
They scrambled to get out as they fade away.
But oopsy, the kids were left loose to play.
They set things on fire.
Now the flames are rising higher.
The whole house is up in smoke.
Everyone continues to choke.
They grab onto their head,
And all of them drop dead.
They curse Murphy in the afterlife.
He was the cause of all their strife.
Turns out Murphy also gave them a booby prize.
The neighbors, who could have saved them, were deaf and didn't hear their cries.
Yep, that just came out. Well it is the worst of the worst that took note. But pffft to blaming some dumb law. About as plausible as the above happening without a flaw. Murphy just wanted the fame. Now those who aren't bible thumpers out blaming the devil, curse his name. Bad crap will come to pass. No dumb Murphy's Law excuse is given by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
The worst of the worst.
There's nothing to quench your thirst.
Rant and shout all about,
The law is to blame as to why you're out.
Not that you were too lazy to buy a drink.
Or too cheap to use a filter on the sink.
Nope, it is good old Murhpy's law.
That just has to leave you raw.
Going for a trip.
On a banana peel you slip.
You get in the wrong lane.
You miss your plane.
You sit there for an hour.
You get an airport germ shower.
You get on a plane next to crying baby.
You crash and die and just maybe,
It was all that Murphy guy.
His law made you fry.
Not that you were dumb enough to slip on a banana peel.
Is that even able to be a real deal?
But that is not all.
Those left at home ball.
They mourn your death.
Oh no, they can't catch their breath.
Carbon Monoxide has filled the house.
A cord got chewed by a mouse.
It made the house fill up.
It even affected the happy pup.
They scrambled to get out as they fade away.
But oopsy, the kids were left loose to play.
They set things on fire.
Now the flames are rising higher.
The whole house is up in smoke.
Everyone continues to choke.
They grab onto their head,
And all of them drop dead.
They curse Murphy in the afterlife.
He was the cause of all their strife.
Turns out Murphy also gave them a booby prize.
The neighbors, who could have saved them, were deaf and didn't hear their cries.
Yep, that just came out. Well it is the worst of the worst that took note. But pffft to blaming some dumb law. About as plausible as the above happening without a flaw. Murphy just wanted the fame. Now those who aren't bible thumpers out blaming the devil, curse his name. Bad crap will come to pass. No dumb Murphy's Law excuse is given by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 2, 2015
Why It Would Be Bad Just A Tad!
So it seems every human on the planet wants to be a millionaire. Heck, some of them even want to be a billionaire. But would that really be good, especially if other people knew it at your hood?
You are set for life.
There is no strife.
Can sit and relax.
Pay any property tax.
But what is this?
It's not all bliss.
Others know it.
They want a bit.
They bum and whine.
Pray to the divine.
That has become you,
With their boo hoo.
Nothing for something.
A familiar ring.
When welfare don't work.
You are their perk.
Calls from every charity.
Fund cancer at your sea.
Pfft wouldn't give them a dime.
But that's another rhyme.
Got banks on your ass.
They look at your mass.
They want you to invest.
Their advice is the best.
Need a huge gate,
To stop the "give me" trait.
Or just move altogether,
A storm you can't weather.
Called a jerk or worse,
Making them curse,
If you don't comply.
Some even want you to die.
Then the money they can take,
While they toss you in a lake.
So you hire a bodyguard.
He patrols the yard.
They just want to give a helping hand.
Isn't good old greed grand?
Your sanity may be lost.
So is it worth the cost?
Sadly, the cat is not speaking from experience at our sea. No millionaire near me. Would you want to be one if that was the case? One would have to disappear without a trace. It is just funny some of the things you hear when people know someone with dough is near. No wonder they hide away and act crass. I would too if such nuts bothered my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
You are set for life.
There is no strife.
Can sit and relax.
Pay any property tax.
But what is this?
It's not all bliss.
Others know it.
They want a bit.
They bum and whine.
Pray to the divine.
That has become you,
With their boo hoo.
Nothing for something.
A familiar ring.
When welfare don't work.
You are their perk.
Calls from every charity.
Fund cancer at your sea.
Pfft wouldn't give them a dime.
But that's another rhyme.
Got banks on your ass.
They look at your mass.
They want you to invest.
Their advice is the best.
Need a huge gate,
To stop the "give me" trait.
Or just move altogether,
A storm you can't weather.
Called a jerk or worse,
Making them curse,
If you don't comply.
Some even want you to die.
Then the money they can take,
While they toss you in a lake.
So you hire a bodyguard.
He patrols the yard.
They just want to give a helping hand.
Isn't good old greed grand?
Your sanity may be lost.
So is it worth the cost?
Sadly, the cat is not speaking from experience at our sea. No millionaire near me. Would you want to be one if that was the case? One would have to disappear without a trace. It is just funny some of the things you hear when people know someone with dough is near. No wonder they hide away and act crass. I would too if such nuts bothered my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
March 1, 2015
Are You Conflicted And Addicted?
So the Internet is great. It allows the cat to rant at a daily rate. But can you be addicted to it? I suppose we shall see with this rhyming hit.
The Internet goes out.
You scream and shout.
You need it back.
The cable guy you attack.
You get sick.
Those germs are ick.
Screw someone in the know.
First to the internet you go.
You have to tell,
Scream, shout, yell.
All the same thing,
With it's loud ring,
Moving on anyway.
You have to join the fray.
Telling all what you did today.
On Facebook, Twitter and whatever else at play.
You take picture of food,
Which your family finds rude,
Every single time before you eat,
So you can go, tweet!
You post on message boards all day.
You have to have your say.
You are Bieber's biggest fan.
He's not a flash in the pan.
You take a vacation days from work,
And to your elation on the internet you can lurk.
You can now spend 24/7 on the internet,
Ignoring your spouse, kids and pet.
Your idea of a vacation is looking online,
At pictures of a beach that are so fine.
You sit and stare all day.
Just look at the volleyball players play.
You watch cute animal videos all day.
You just can't help but hit play.
They are just oh so cute.
You even watch them at work on mute.
You search for ways to get rich.
Believing all with their rich itch.
Wasting money hand over fist.
Adding every new fad to the list.
No, you can't be addicted to the Internet. What was being thought by this pet? It just can't happen to any human near or far. Who'd want to look at pictures of a sand bar? Pffft the cat has better things to come to pass, like lick clean my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
The Internet goes out.
You scream and shout.
You need it back.
The cable guy you attack.
You get sick.
Those germs are ick.
Screw someone in the know.
First to the internet you go.
You have to tell,
Scream, shout, yell.
All the same thing,
With it's loud ring,
Moving on anyway.
You have to join the fray.
Telling all what you did today.
On Facebook, Twitter and whatever else at play.
You take picture of food,
Which your family finds rude,
Every single time before you eat,
So you can go, tweet!
You post on message boards all day.
You have to have your say.
You are Bieber's biggest fan.
He's not a flash in the pan.
You take a vacation days from work,
And to your elation on the internet you can lurk.
You can now spend 24/7 on the internet,
Ignoring your spouse, kids and pet.
Your idea of a vacation is looking online,
At pictures of a beach that are so fine.
You sit and stare all day.
Just look at the volleyball players play.
You watch cute animal videos all day.
You just can't help but hit play.
They are just oh so cute.
You even watch them at work on mute.
You search for ways to get rich.
Believing all with their rich itch.
Wasting money hand over fist.
Adding every new fad to the list.
No, you can't be addicted to the Internet. What was being thought by this pet? It just can't happen to any human near or far. Who'd want to look at pictures of a sand bar? Pffft the cat has better things to come to pass, like lick clean my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 28, 2015
Another Flap Of Her Trap!
So it seems Flappy has to come around once a year to annoy my little rhyming rear. Well she annoys Pat, but just hearing of it annoys the cat. Damn woman never shuts the hell up. I'd rather take a butt sniffing pup. At least I could swat them and not get into trouble. If you ever hear her, get out of there on the double.
"Hi, long time no talk. I wanted to book a room for a night. My group has a special meeting coming up. I want to book a room for the night."
Yes, she repeats like a broken record day or night. The dingbat just needs to take a one way mission to Mars flight.
"What? You don't do that anymore? But I need to book a room for the night. We have a special group meeting and I need to book a room for the night."
Ever deal with such a nitwit? Can you believe she isn't a two year old having a fit? More like sixty or so with enough make up on to make a car glow.
"But can't you still book a room? I need to book a room. Just one night is all I need. I really need to book a room. We have a special meeting coming up. I need to book a room."
A flat no and away she still will go. Pat, thought about saying yes and then saying got you or something. But then she'd never stop her ring.
"But I need to book a room. Can you go see if the room is open? I need to book a room. I can check back later. I really need to book a room."
Nope, cannibals have the room. They would bring you doom and gloom. Hey, it was the first thing that popped in. Yeah, I really said cannibals at my bin.
"I don't appreciate your tone. I really need to book a room and you are mocking me. I really need that room. But if you don't want to get it for me, I'll go find another room."
Fine by me, Pat said with glee. He then heard a huff and puff on the phone and expected a dial tone.
"I really need to book that room. Are you sure you can't book that room? It is just for one...."
And Pat went click. Shoved the phone down some slick. At least she wasted a few minutes of the work day. The only positive thing that came his way. Do these people ever take a hint? Maybe their brain is shaded in some sort of dufus tint? The cat is glad she never gives him sass or he wouldn't be such a nice little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
"Hi, long time no talk. I wanted to book a room for a night. My group has a special meeting coming up. I want to book a room for the night."
Yes, she repeats like a broken record day or night. The dingbat just needs to take a one way mission to Mars flight.
"What? You don't do that anymore? But I need to book a room for the night. We have a special group meeting and I need to book a room for the night."
Ever deal with such a nitwit? Can you believe she isn't a two year old having a fit? More like sixty or so with enough make up on to make a car glow.
"But can't you still book a room? I need to book a room. Just one night is all I need. I really need to book a room. We have a special meeting coming up. I need to book a room."
A flat no and away she still will go. Pat, thought about saying yes and then saying got you or something. But then she'd never stop her ring.
"But I need to book a room. Can you go see if the room is open? I need to book a room. I can check back later. I really need to book a room."
Nope, cannibals have the room. They would bring you doom and gloom. Hey, it was the first thing that popped in. Yeah, I really said cannibals at my bin.
"I don't appreciate your tone. I really need to book a room and you are mocking me. I really need that room. But if you don't want to get it for me, I'll go find another room."
Fine by me, Pat said with glee. He then heard a huff and puff on the phone and expected a dial tone.
"I really need to book that room. Are you sure you can't book that room? It is just for one...."
And Pat went click. Shoved the phone down some slick. At least she wasted a few minutes of the work day. The only positive thing that came his way. Do these people ever take a hint? Maybe their brain is shaded in some sort of dufus tint? The cat is glad she never gives him sass or he wouldn't be such a nice little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 27, 2015
Start With That And You'll Go Splat!
So the other day well out and about the cat saw some nice trout. Whoops, just a human with a fish face. That is one conversation starter in which not to embrace. Which lead the cat to this, conversation starters to miss.
Does this look like I stepped in crap?
Lift your shoe and show the chap.
Yeah, won't get anywhere.
Might get a wtf stare.
Would you know where I can find a moose?
Better off asking a goose.
Unless looking for a chocolate one.
Then they may not want to run.
My ass is really itchy, can you see why?
They'd peel over and die.
Plus you may go to jail.
It would be an epic fail.
So, what kind of toilet paper do you use?
The cat will eat it no matter the tp fuse.
But with this you would lose,
Although it could amuse.
My cat scratched my butt, want to see?
Again, you'd get no glee.
May go back to jail.
Jail house rock you may wail.
I think my diaper needs changing.
You may get some rearranging.
Could make it to the front of the line.
But no one would find you divine.
Do you think my trunk could fit something person sized?
The police may next be advised.
You sure like the clink.
Something special about such a rink?
Do you know you are breathing air?
Somehow I think no one will care.
You might get another wtf glare.
Or a pat on top your hair.
Then the tried and true,
Hey, how are you?
Fine and that is it.
Yep, better off saving your spit.
And the worst of the worst,
With your conversation burst.
One that leads you nowhere, I bet,
Hi, I have a blog on the internet.
Have you heard any crazy ones at play? I tried to keep it pg at my bay. But many do give a wtf look when you say you have a blog nook. Find that funny when it comes to pass, and nice that it gives blog fodder to my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Does this look like I stepped in crap?
Lift your shoe and show the chap.
Yeah, won't get anywhere.
Might get a wtf stare.
Would you know where I can find a moose?
Better off asking a goose.
Unless looking for a chocolate one.
Then they may not want to run.
My ass is really itchy, can you see why?
They'd peel over and die.
Plus you may go to jail.
It would be an epic fail.
So, what kind of toilet paper do you use?
The cat will eat it no matter the tp fuse.
But with this you would lose,
Although it could amuse.
My cat scratched my butt, want to see?
Again, you'd get no glee.
May go back to jail.
Jail house rock you may wail.
I think my diaper needs changing.
You may get some rearranging.
Could make it to the front of the line.
But no one would find you divine.
Do you think my trunk could fit something person sized?
The police may next be advised.
You sure like the clink.
Something special about such a rink?
Do you know you are breathing air?
Somehow I think no one will care.
You might get another wtf glare.
Or a pat on top your hair.
Then the tried and true,
Hey, how are you?
Fine and that is it.
Yep, better off saving your spit.
And the worst of the worst,
With your conversation burst.
One that leads you nowhere, I bet,
Hi, I have a blog on the internet.
Have you heard any crazy ones at play? I tried to keep it pg at my bay. But many do give a wtf look when you say you have a blog nook. Find that funny when it comes to pass, and nice that it gives blog fodder to my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 26, 2015
A Common Trait In Real Estate!
So the cat has been around the block, and by around I mean like a world wide walk, when it comes to matters of real estate. Moved 16 times so far to date. Isn't it fun to see what they say to try and get you into a new bay?
Great lakeside view!
Even some grass to chew.
The lake = a cow pond.
Maybe there is a lake in the great beyond?
Situated in a unique place.
Such a unique embrace.
High traffic and lots of smog.
That is sure one unique bog.
Security cameras everywhere.
Means it is such a great lair.
It has a high crime rate.
But forget that and take the bait.
Even has a shed!
Wow, can that really be said?
Oopsy, no garage at all.
Enjoy the shed, have a ball.
A great view!
My, it has two.
Each a big hole in the wall.
View, weather, bugs and all.
Unlimited potential is had!
This will be a great new pad.
There will always be something to fix.
Your wallet will take its licks.
Priced for immediate sale!
So come and hit the trail.
Something is about to break.
So come, buy and that burden, take.
Oozing with charm!
Sound the alarm.
The place is damp.
No need for a magic lamp.
A fixer upper!
Better off living in dishes of tupper.
Means you'll have to tear it down,
And build a new one in town.
On a very private lot.
Means to nowhere near you can trot.
It will also be hard to find.
But it is still one of a kind.
Any you have come across you wish to add? They sure try and pull a fast one when people are looking for a pad. Descriptions are sometimes full of crap. It is good most aren't a sap. So run if a place smells like rotten gas, just trust my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Great lakeside view!
Even some grass to chew.
The lake = a cow pond.
Maybe there is a lake in the great beyond?
Situated in a unique place.
Such a unique embrace.
High traffic and lots of smog.
That is sure one unique bog.
Security cameras everywhere.
Means it is such a great lair.
It has a high crime rate.
But forget that and take the bait.
Even has a shed!
Wow, can that really be said?
Oopsy, no garage at all.
Enjoy the shed, have a ball.
A great view!
My, it has two.
Each a big hole in the wall.
View, weather, bugs and all.
Unlimited potential is had!
This will be a great new pad.
There will always be something to fix.
Your wallet will take its licks.
Priced for immediate sale!
So come and hit the trail.
Something is about to break.
So come, buy and that burden, take.
Oozing with charm!
Sound the alarm.
The place is damp.
No need for a magic lamp.
A fixer upper!
Better off living in dishes of tupper.
Means you'll have to tear it down,
And build a new one in town.
On a very private lot.
Means to nowhere near you can trot.
It will also be hard to find.
But it is still one of a kind.
Any you have come across you wish to add? They sure try and pull a fast one when people are looking for a pad. Descriptions are sometimes full of crap. It is good most aren't a sap. So run if a place smells like rotten gas, just trust my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 25, 2015
Really Make You Look With Their Hook!
Ever go all play on words at your bay? I'm sure you have once or twice with what you say. The cat has done it a time or two. This time let's look at some that are advertised in our view.
Satisfy your speed tooth.
Hey, no need for a dentist booth.
Although you may end up in traction,
For your speeding reaction.
F nd the m ss ng p ece
Maybe they hid it in Greece?
Did you spy it?
Use that eye a bit.
Now arriving fair fares.
Might get stares.
Is there such a thing as a fair fare?
Yeah, like bigfoot they are rare.
It'll blow your mind.
Beats gas out the behind.
Could go all gutter too.
But that may turn some blue.
Shift happens!
Between rappins?
I can't shift.
So won't go swift.
Tree wise men.
Do you have a hen?
Could be a partridge in a pear tree.
That would bring kiddies glee.
Cheap enough to say Phuket I'll go.
A cheat swearing show.
Well I'll be a bleepin bleep.
They are just bleepin cheap.
Fish & Sip.
Don't give lip.
You get a drink and not a chip.
Saves on added weight to your hip.
The more you play with it, the harder it gets.
Piss off the PTA and PC is safe bets.
Who knew a video game controller could be so fun.
No wonder to the store so many run.
And if you need a drink,
After this at my rink.
No need to fill your cup,
Just wine me up.
Do the play on words annoy or bring you joy? Some can be rather fun, but others are eye roll worthy to give a run. They must work though as many a time they are given a go. Maybe the fish place chopped up that singing bass. The would be fine by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Satisfy your speed tooth.
Hey, no need for a dentist booth.
Although you may end up in traction,
For your speeding reaction.
F nd the m ss ng p ece
Maybe they hid it in Greece?
Did you spy it?
Use that eye a bit.
Now arriving fair fares.
Might get stares.
Is there such a thing as a fair fare?
Yeah, like bigfoot they are rare.
It'll blow your mind.
Beats gas out the behind.
Could go all gutter too.
But that may turn some blue.
Shift happens!
Between rappins?
I can't shift.
So won't go swift.
Tree wise men.
Do you have a hen?
Could be a partridge in a pear tree.
That would bring kiddies glee.
Cheap enough to say Phuket I'll go.
A cheat swearing show.
Well I'll be a bleepin bleep.
They are just bleepin cheap.
Fish & Sip.
Don't give lip.
You get a drink and not a chip.
Saves on added weight to your hip.
The more you play with it, the harder it gets.
Piss off the PTA and PC is safe bets.
Who knew a video game controller could be so fun.
No wonder to the store so many run.
And if you need a drink,
After this at my rink.
No need to fill your cup,
Just wine me up.
Do the play on words annoy or bring you joy? Some can be rather fun, but others are eye roll worthy to give a run. They must work though as many a time they are given a go. Maybe the fish place chopped up that singing bass. The would be fine by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
February 24, 2015
Still Getting In My Licks Here At Six!
So the cat is still alive and kicking and his heels surely still are clicking. Nothing can stop little old me as I run around and meow with glee. Not even turning six. I will still be up to the same old tricks.
I will still hide under the bed,But maybe stick out my head.Unless you are really scary,Then I'll be as hidden as the tooth fairy.
I will still stare at Cass.She is one mean lass.But I will still stare.She gets annoyed with my glare.
See, I can get her going.A fight will be showing.I have to keep her in shape.So she doesn't get as round as a grape.
I will still flop how I like.Snip snip made things take a hike.So I can flop without a care,Nothing hurts anymore down there.
I will still hog the sink.Water doesn't bring me to the brink.I'll just shake off and go.I may even shake water on a foe.
I will still kill the TP.That white stuff has nothing on me.It will get taken down the hall.With it, I'll have a ball.
I will still hog the bed.No room for Pat's head.He can sleep on the floor.It isn't so bad at our shore.
I will still go upon high,To see what I can spy.Then I may jump on your head.Yep, that is what I said.
And I will still claim Pat's ass,Even if he let's loose gas.He won't be getting up.I can be just as annoying as a pup.
Well I won't ever be this small again.So you got me there at my den.But I can still fit in small places,And with long legs it's always off to the races.
And the cat's sixth birthday is now through. He'll always be here to rhyme too. That is for sure at our sea. Can't let withdrawal set in for all of thee. So ends another birthday pass from my six year old little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
I will still hide under the bed,But maybe stick out my head.Unless you are really scary,Then I'll be as hidden as the tooth fairy.
I will still stare at Cass.She is one mean lass.But I will still stare.She gets annoyed with my glare.
See, I can get her going.A fight will be showing.I have to keep her in shape.So she doesn't get as round as a grape.
I will still flop how I like.Snip snip made things take a hike.So I can flop without a care,Nothing hurts anymore down there.
I will still hog the sink.Water doesn't bring me to the brink.I'll just shake off and go.I may even shake water on a foe.
I will still kill the TP.That white stuff has nothing on me.It will get taken down the hall.With it, I'll have a ball.
I will still hog the bed.No room for Pat's head.He can sleep on the floor.It isn't so bad at our shore.
I will still go upon high,To see what I can spy.Then I may jump on your head.Yep, that is what I said.
And I will still claim Pat's ass,Even if he let's loose gas.He won't be getting up.I can be just as annoying as a pup.
Well I won't ever be this small again.So you got me there at my den.But I can still fit in small places,And with long legs it's always off to the races.
And the cat's sixth birthday is now through. He'll always be here to rhyme too. That is for sure at our sea. Can't let withdrawal set in for all of thee. So ends another birthday pass from my six year old little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
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