Pat Hatt's Blog, page 17

An Optional State Opens The Gate!

The option to read is right here at my feed. All you needed to do was click. Then of course let your eyes do the trick. Would that be trick? Is it tricky to pick? Bah, it beats the cat. Not literally though where we are at.

Options of life.
Some may bring strife.
The option is there.
One may have to beware.

Some lead to more.
What could be in store.
Some lead to less.
Won't even have a guess.

One word is taken.
Whether true or fakin.
With one it is done.
The either or run.

More will be lost.
With the word they are tossed.
Tossed in an abyss.
But could still bring bliss.

If that's your thing.
Or not at your wing.
Then give it a shout.
Let that no out.

All options gone.
Sure not a con.
They just up and left.
Options with no heft.

Floated into space.
With the no embrace.
Or maybe into a pit.
Hey, you said it.

Options have passed.
You may as well be gassed.
For now there you sit.
Again, you said it.

There you watch.
There you suck scotch.
There you wallow.
Come on now, swallow.

Sit in your funk.
Yes led to a slam dunk.
Just not for you.
Was that a boo hoo?

Options sure can pile on from yes. Usually more and not less. But yes isn't always a good thing. No sure can be grand to sing. But no means options are toast. Do you stick with one more than the other at your coast? We will continue to say yes to sass. It is a fine way to be for my optional little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

A Round With No Round Comes Around!

The cat has heard this a time or two, so I am going to do it at my zoo. Maybe I really won't. Know you don't. But know you soon will. It may or may not fit the bill.

Things to do.
Things to view.
Things are done.
Now return to fun.

Let all know.
Give them a show.
A clickbait clip show.
My, it's all in a row.

The roundup of this.
It brought so much bliss.
The roundup of that.
No need to chew fat.

It's all there to see.
Roundedup for thee.
A word it may not be.
But pffft, speech is free.

I got the crown.
There was no frown.
Out of the town.
A roundup and not down.

Hold on there.
I have things to spare.
Things you might want.
I may want to flaunt.

Roundup is done.
But I have more fun.
At least fun for me.
Don't you want to see?

Was that a yes?
I made the right guess.
I just know I did.
No need to round up the bid.

This isn't math.
Go take a bath.
I'll be right back.
This sure won't lack.

Now can you see?
A rounddown for thee.
Isn't it a clever clip show?
I'm sleeping, shitting, stepping, and looking out the window.

Hmm I was going to ask why the rounddown is never used. I think I answered that as I amused. Do you ever do a roundup? Have you every had a rounddown fill your cup? Do we really want to see the mundane? Clip shows still suck and are a pain. But we'll round them all up and toss them in the sea. Now that is a roundup that can come to be. Making fun of the word sure can take an interesting pass. So is the way of the brain of my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

The Timely Creation Of Gratification!

The cat wants to be gratified today. Yeah, I want it and lots of pay. Actually, I will just take the latter. The first really doesn't matter. If so, we'd end up like a human mass. No thanks says my little rhyming ass.

A profile creation.
Tune to many a station.
A bunch of elation.
Ten second duration.

Read my dictation.
Effort of pre-school graduation.
But read it in jubilation.
It's my character limitation.

I want the gratification.
It is my simplification.
So make a recommendation.
About me, you ugly dalmatian.

How dare you go all penalization.
It was a great 10 word mobilization.
You should start an idolization.
This leads to my inauguration.

Don't bring irritation.
This has no valuation.
Not even an approximation.
Just make it a triple visitation.

Bring the whole population.
From kings to sanitation.
I need the gratification.
I give great information.

My awesome two word isolation,
Truly has to cause impregnation.
Wrap yourself up in my occupation.
I'm that good at an explanation.

Truth in two word documentation.
Or maybe three is no exasperation.
I have the best communication.
So come and give me your cooperation.

This is an amplification.
Four words create alienation.
So I'll use an abbreviation.
Must avoid over saturation.

So enjoy the presentation.
Give my your undying integration.
Be like an infestation.
My self gratification has no expiration.

Are you a self gratification nut? Are you in a me me me now rut? Pffft says the cat. Your pitiful two words can be buried with my scat. The clip show of your life gets no love from me. We hate clip shows at our sea. If you can't put in the work, then pfffft is the perk. Did the cat offend the self gratification human mass? Pffft if so says my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

Down We Go With An Increasing Flow!

This will drag you all down today. Not in the emotional way. Or the physical way. Hmm does that work with what we say? Beats the heck out of me. I guess we shall see.

Here comes the nagging.
What's with the dragging?
Why is it here?
Good the internet is near.

Dragging is to drag.
Hmm that raises a red flag.
Or maybe the flag is blue.
Whatever are we to do?

Dragging is caused by a hand.
My, that is sure grand.
I guess we are now in the know.
Wait. Where does this go?

Man dragged to chick flick.
Now that is just sick.
Who would do such a thing?
Dragging leads to a fling.

A fling from dragging.
Things may need bagging.
If not you may catch a disease.
It is far worth than fleas.

Drag yourself to the doctor if you have any of these.
Red spots, white spots, black spots, or are impacted by the breeze.
Keep dragging the scroll thingy down.
Oh look, this ought to make you frown.

You may have dragged in the plague.
The symptoms are vague,
But you could die tomorrow.
Oh no. Fill yourself with sorrow.

Woman dragged to death by bear.
What? That has to be rare.
Why would that come up?
Did she treat it like a pup?

Bears drag humans away to their den.
They get women and men.
Don't go into the woods at night.
That is also when owls take flight.

Owls drag things to drop on your head.
Yeah, that was really really said.
Bigfoot gets dragged into this too.
Damn, my next post is almost due.

Ever end up like that? Look for one thing and then down into the bowels of the internet you go splat? Down, down, down you go. Then ten hours flew by at your show. One little thing can sure lead to a whole bunch of crap. The internet can make all a sap. We'll stick to a rhyming pass. It works so much better for my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

Sure Can't Halt Good Old Fault!

The cat wrote that title today. Actually on April 4, 2018 at our bay. But that is close enough. Hey, being that far ahead is tough. You have to remember when it was done. Or not, but I gave it a run. Yep, me. Now on to thee.

This was done.
Done a ton.
Had to be so.
That's what I know.

But it was wrong?
Bah, sing a new song.
Sing what's been sung.
Go ahead and pop a lung.

It wasn't me.
It was thee.
Or maybe him.
Maybe her on a limb.

I couldn't do that.
I'm far too fat.
Or maybe it's skinny.
What makes me winny?

Screwed up a word?
Oh, how absurd.
It was not me.
The internet had it to see.

It was just there.
So don't give me that stare.
I never typed it.
The computer did that shit.

It just made me swear.
So don't pull out your hair.
None of this is my fault.
Don't come here and halt.

Go to that guy.
He is ever so sly.
He looked at me wrong.
It is his fault because he's from Hong Kong.

It has to do with the jet.
That is a safe bet.
Or maybe the plane.
Or maybe some scary lane.

It all came from there.
Or maybe life isn't fair.
Life is a constant assault.
That makes it not my fault.

Don't you love those people? Could blame it on an alien church steeple. But nope, never ever them who did it. Not one little bit. Even when caught in the act. Not their fault is still their default pact. We tend to ignore and/or make fun of such nuts. They really end up talking out their butts. For this post I don't even have to blame Cass. It all came from my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

The Useless Breaks In For A Spin!

Actually that is wrong. I should sing a different song. No breaking is had. You just open the door and let them into your pad. You do it every single day. Then some whine in dismay. But you let them in. So take it on the chin. Or maybe the ass. Now it's time for our pass.

Home is the best.
It's where you find zest.
Where you can relax.
Just pay the property tax.

If not, bye bye.
Could make you cry.
But we've sure been there.
No need for a repeat affair.

Who would it affair with though?
Damned if I know.
Let some clickbait solve that.
Oh look, solved by some gnat.

You look and you look.
They aren't a crook.
Collecting data on you.
Maybe watching you too.

Maybe not full on gawker,
But acting just like a stalker.
Yet you go back for more.
You just open the door.

Ads and trash.
Have a bash.
Clicks and clutter.
You need that butter.

News and leaks.
My, a girl speaks.
Or maybe a guy.
Oh me, oh oh oh my.

Home is the best.
But where's my rest?
Where's my time?
Oh look, some fool dropped a dime.

Has pics and all.
He can't stand tall.
Look at him bend.
This can't be the end.

Neighbor's at the door.
You want to throw your trash at my shore?
You want to gawk at me?
Get away, you are as freaky as can be.

Did you ever realize that? Boy, you humans really get eye rolls from the cat. You don't let people throw trash or gawk into your home, yet you allow plenty of both to roam. You have trash in heaps that wastes time by the ton. Then you whine that you have none. But really you are just allowing trash and gawking. At least there is no neighbor forcing you to do any talking. On such nonsense we'll hit block and take a pass. Trash of any kind bothers the OCD of my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

And That Makes Ten As In A Decade At Our Den!

Can you believe the cat is in double digits now? I'll soon be as old as Belva and unable to raise a single eyebrow. Then I'll be too old to give a shit about not giving a shit. Hmm that may be worth it. What can the cat do today? We shall see while I turn 10 at my bay.


Does Pat think this a joke?He allowed in this bloke.He is even playing with my fish.That wasn't my birthday wish.

Cassie on top.This has to stop.Why do I get the couch?Yeah, she can be a grouch.

Now I'm shunning.Soon I'll be running.Look! Here comes my gift.I'm off some swift.

Bah. That's not it.I don't want a diaper full of umm shit.You can have the old toy.We scratched out all the joy.

My gift is being delivered to me.Bah! Two poop machines came to be.This just can't be good.Where's that gift in my hood? 

A new cat tower.Hey, this isn't your hour.Get off of my tower.I'll drown you in the shower.

You're still exploring.Don't you start snoring.I'll fix you.And that blonde one too.

Yeah, I'm here.You better peer.Get off of it.You don't get one bit.

Another in my space.Cassie is giving a warm embrace.Or maybe a cold one.But she's not making him run.

Those laser eyes don't scare me.On you I'll take a pee.It is my new tower.I'm the cat of the hour.

Bah, Cassie's in on it too.A birthday conspiracy at our zoo.And she tries to look so grand.I'll bury her in the litter sand.

Hmph, stupid other cats.I hope they choke on gnats.Took my birthday gift. At least I'm not too old to be swift.
No, no choking on gnats came due. Don't want the SPCA after our zoo. But how dare Pat buy a cat house for those guys. How does he thinks that flies? And Cassie betrayed me and joined them on it. What is this shit? Is 10 the April Fools birthday? I'm too old for this shit anyway. The cat will now  go pass some birthday gas. Maybe they'll choke a little bit on what comes out my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

Could Go Into A Funk With The Sunk!

The cat watches you go here and there. Many humans sure pass my lair. Some with this or that. They are all sunk to the cat. But more comes to play. I guess pirates are everywhere with booty to pay.

Sunk like a rock.
Now comes the shock.
Or maybe it's the burn.
You haven't a return.

You wait and wait.
When's the date?
Isn't it magic?
No? That's tragic.

Sunk it all.
Could head for a fall.
Like Humpty Dumpty's splash.
Except he still makes cash.

Yours has been sunk.
It just went kerplunk.
Thrown in the sea?
Beats little old me.

But it has sunk.
Not in a trunk.
Maybe actually the trunk.
Or on an animated skunk.

The costs are sunk.
That desk can plunk.
Like head meets it.
Sunk has been green lit.

Or would that be red?
This of that in bed.
Maybe it's in the black.
Still suffered a sunk attack.

Should that be sinking?
Sit there while thinking.
Or stand if you wish.
Those sunk costs can swish.

Down down down they go.
Davy Jones' Locker in tow.
Or would that be sunk?
Maybe some sort of ocean slam dunk?

Give it a goodbye kiss.
Costs gone into the abyss.
Sunk in a majestic sea.
Oh look, another fee.

Why would costs sink? Did that make you think? Do you throw money down the drain to make them sink? Hmmm double word play may bring you to the brink. Don't you love sunk costs too? Never get them back at your zoo. May as well be a majestic abyss. Do fees make you hiss? May have to talk to the upper brass. Feel free to sink costs into my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

The Explanation For This May Bring Bliss!

The cat will explain away today. Explain what you may say? Or maybe you'll just think it. Either way, we'll explain in a bit. A bit means in a minute or two. Depends on how fast you read what's in view.

Did or done.
Fail or fun.
Done and did.
Got or rid.

A roundabout.
An in or out.
An out or in.
An sure got a spin.

Thumbs or diss.
A little dismiss.
Bleak or bliss.
What's up with this?

This to thunk.
Junk in the trunk.
This to that.
Can't fool a cat.

Fool or fooled.
Foolee retooled.
Grin or stammer.
So goes the grammar.

This was this.
That was bliss.
This was that.
Dig to drat.

This came after.
Hole or rafter.
Up or down.
This from a town.

Town or city.
This took pity.
Went with city.
Thanks, old bitty.

This was this.
Smack or kiss.
Lips or ass.
My, that's crass.

This was thunk.
Now in a funk.
This was just this.
A post not to miss.

Did you get this or that? Was this the only thing shown by the cat? Wasn't that long? This sure came on strong. All of that to say that this is this. My, sure a post you can't miss. Don't you love long-winded explanations at your sea? Why use two words when 1000000000000 could come from thee? That is sure to impress the singing bass. You may just get an eye roll from my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

A Default Way Day By Day!

The settings are out. They swim like trout. The follow and swim. My, the settings are dim. Maybe out on a limb? Ferris Bueller may think that dim. Or was it his sister? Hey, he wasn't in Twister.

The computer comes.
You beat the drums.
Brand spankin new.
Look, some adware for you.

Default at start.
Taken to heart.
A full adware cart.
Wanna buy a pop tart?

Type and find.
Ads have a mind.
All there in view.
The default of you.

Speaking of which.
What's that twitch?
You don't like my spelling?
You just had to go telling?

The default of you.
It just came due.
A default setting.
There's more I'm betting.

A gambling way.
Bye bye to your pay.
Got more and go.
A default heigh ho.

The adware is there.
It can still stare.
It gave you that site.
Gamble all night.

The double default.
Two in one vault.
You and it.
One doesn't give a shit.

The default of you.
Whatever will you do?
The adware gets a delete.
You're stuck on repeat.

Is that not neat?
Brought it back, sweet!
That time for real.
Default grammar setting is the real deal.

Do you ever look at your default settings? Would it upset you if I used gettings? If so, I just got it for the third time. Or at least the second with my rhyme. Any default setting stand out for you about you? Don't you hate when adware comes with any computer that's new? I think my default setting is stuck on sass. It sure pops out of my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.