Pat Hatt's Blog, page 195
June 8, 2014
Stuck Or Stick? Take Your Pick!
The cat has said rules are for fools and he likes to ignore rules creating duels. But what of those the exact opposite at their sea? They need rules or they go completely crazy.
No no no no!
They go in a row.
One out of line,
Is not divine.
Keep your pickle,
I am so fickle.
Follow the rules,
We aren't mules.
One word is wrong,
You are a ding dong.
It can't be that way.
Go drown in the bay.
Sweep up not over.
Are you rover?
Do it this way,
No time for play.
Create a plan.
Stick to it, man.
Don't go astray,
Or all won't be okay.
Follow the declared.
Socks are paired.
No different ones.
I'll get the runs.
Walk a straight line.
Adhere to the sign.
Don't feed the ducks.
Save a few bucks.
You're over by a cent.
Sit there and repent.
Confess all your sins.
No gold star pins.
You missed a link.
You're such a fink.
For that the clink,
I disavow your rink.
Dig down deep.
And go sweep.
Do it right this time.
What are you a mime?
If that came to be anywhere near me, I'd kick them in the knee and in their shoe I'd have a pee. That cat would not miss. That would ruin their rule bliss. Oh how some are so far gone falling for every rule con. The cat ignores them with every pass and just rhymes off his little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
No no no no!
They go in a row.
One out of line,
Is not divine.
Keep your pickle,
I am so fickle.
Follow the rules,
We aren't mules.
One word is wrong,
You are a ding dong.
It can't be that way.
Go drown in the bay.
Sweep up not over.
Are you rover?
Do it this way,
No time for play.
Create a plan.
Stick to it, man.
Don't go astray,
Or all won't be okay.
Follow the declared.
Socks are paired.
No different ones.
I'll get the runs.
Walk a straight line.
Adhere to the sign.
Don't feed the ducks.
Save a few bucks.
You're over by a cent.
Sit there and repent.
Confess all your sins.
No gold star pins.
You missed a link.
You're such a fink.
For that the clink,
I disavow your rink.
Dig down deep.
And go sweep.
Do it right this time.
What are you a mime?
If that came to be anywhere near me, I'd kick them in the knee and in their shoe I'd have a pee. That cat would not miss. That would ruin their rule bliss. Oh how some are so far gone falling for every rule con. The cat ignores them with every pass and just rhymes off his little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 7, 2014
A Mix And Match With This Batch!
Ever had a little mix up take place when around your mind does race? Nope, the cat has not had a one either under our sun. But let's give it a run anyway today at my bay.
It is a rhyming post,
Need it done at my coast.
First have to type up a resume.
Oops, filled it with rhyme play.
The blog has accounting stuff.
It will bore you with its fluff.
Debit and credit this.
Isn't that post bliss?
No? I guess away we will go.
Don't want you to be bored, you know.
A kiddie book or three,
All done at my sea.
Damn, they don't rhyme.
That is such a crime.
Time for a redo,
At my zoo.
Wait! Their in draft.
Not out on a raft.
Ring goes the phone,
Wants me to throw them a bone.
So just rhyme away.
They don't join the fray.
They hang up.
Maybe they like the pup?
A video is done,
It was so much fun.
Damn, no sound.
On another video it is found.
A mix and a match,
Screwed the whole batch.
But with a little tweak,
Can get out of the creek.
Switch the blog with the book,
Give all a second look.
One, two, three,
All is as it should be.
The mix and the match,
Just need a patch.
Even bringing something new.
With more to ensue.
Things could turn out topsy turvy indeed if the cat did not have ocd at his feed. Thankfully everything stays as it should. No accounting here to be dull as wood. That would drive all to eat grass which is just meant for my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
It is a rhyming post,
Need it done at my coast.
First have to type up a resume.
Oops, filled it with rhyme play.
The blog has accounting stuff.
It will bore you with its fluff.
Debit and credit this.
Isn't that post bliss?
No? I guess away we will go.
Don't want you to be bored, you know.
A kiddie book or three,
All done at my sea.
Damn, they don't rhyme.
That is such a crime.
Time for a redo,
At my zoo.
Wait! Their in draft.
Not out on a raft.
Ring goes the phone,
Wants me to throw them a bone.
So just rhyme away.
They don't join the fray.
They hang up.
Maybe they like the pup?
A video is done,
It was so much fun.
Damn, no sound.
On another video it is found.
A mix and a match,
Screwed the whole batch.
But with a little tweak,
Can get out of the creek.
Switch the blog with the book,
Give all a second look.
One, two, three,
All is as it should be.
The mix and the match,
Just need a patch.
Even bringing something new.
With more to ensue.
Things could turn out topsy turvy indeed if the cat did not have ocd at his feed. Thankfully everything stays as it should. No accounting here to be dull as wood. That would drive all to eat grass which is just meant for my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 6, 2014
A Flag Or A Bag!
The cat was thinking the other day that he needs a flag for his bay. All kinds of countries have one. It could be fun. So I went to work on this little Rhyme Time perk
I got some toilet paper,Ready for my caper.But it just spun around,Then something better was found.
I ate some more paper,But this thing didn't taper.It was still there.I gave it another glare.
It was time to get to work.I ignored the jerk.Then I spun some more, This would be a flag of lore.
But I kept getting stuck.Just my luck.The flag was tough.Time to get rough.
I bit it good.Tastes better than wood.I'd eat it every day,If Pat left it on display.
I stole this one,For my flag fun.Don't tell.I might get hell.
So back to a flag.This thing was a drag.Then I saw it again.I finally gave in at my den.
Screw the flag.I'll take the bag.Much better any way.Although not very roomy I must say.
Pat just said I had a big ass.I do look kinda crass.Maybe I'll go back to the tp,Then one day a flag will show at my sea.
There was the story of the flag. I know, no flag, such a drag. Maybe one day there will be one. I'll have to have another toilet paper run. Until then I'll bag such a thing at my grass and rest my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
I got some toilet paper,Ready for my caper.But it just spun around,Then something better was found.
I ate some more paper,But this thing didn't taper.It was still there.I gave it another glare.
It was time to get to work.I ignored the jerk.Then I spun some more, This would be a flag of lore.
But I kept getting stuck.Just my luck.The flag was tough.Time to get rough.
I bit it good.Tastes better than wood.I'd eat it every day,If Pat left it on display.
I stole this one,For my flag fun.Don't tell.I might get hell.
So back to a flag.This thing was a drag.Then I saw it again.I finally gave in at my den.
Screw the flag.I'll take the bag.Much better any way.Although not very roomy I must say.
Pat just said I had a big ass.I do look kinda crass.Maybe I'll go back to the tp,Then one day a flag will show at my sea.
There was the story of the flag. I know, no flag, such a drag. Maybe one day there will be one. I'll have to have another toilet paper run. Until then I'll bag such a thing at my grass and rest my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 5, 2014
Grab The Raid It's Time To Trade!
The cat was at the other sea where that mutt runs around with glee. It is as bad as a kid I'd say, as it always tries to get its own way. Geez, such a small brain. Cats are already on that train. But then comes the trade for whatever it has got. Oh what an annoying mutt. Although it brought on today's trade parade.
What a nice toy.
I bet it brings you joy.
Want to trade for my rock?
It would be done by Spock.
What a nice car.
I bet that can go far.
Want to trade for my wagon?
It could hold a big dragon.
What a nice bed.
I bet it is comfy for your head.
Want to trade for my rock?
This deal is such a lock.
What a nice lunch.
That must have such a crunch.
Want to trade for my squirrel?
It tastes like chicken so give it a whirl.
What a nice house.
I bet it doesn't have a mouse.
Want to trade for my rock?
It doesn't even need a lock.
What a nice cat.
I bet it can really scat.
Want to trade for my dog?
It cleans up every brown log.
What a nice bank account.
That is such a nice amount.
Want to trade for my rock?
With it people will gawk.
What a nice suit.
I bet it even blocks a toot.
Want to trade for my underwear?
They make it so you aren't bare.
What a nice wife.
Bet she causes no strife.
Want to trade for my rock?
Could break that wedlock.
What a nice lawn.
Bet it sparkles at dawn.
Want to trade for my sand?
Burying stuff can be grand.
Surprising the things people will trade. I guess some deals just have to be made. Or a sucker is born every minute too. That could explain it at ones zoo. That rock could be traded for some grass. That would be fine by my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
What a nice toy.
I bet it brings you joy.
Want to trade for my rock?
It would be done by Spock.
What a nice car.
I bet that can go far.
Want to trade for my wagon?
It could hold a big dragon.
What a nice bed.
I bet it is comfy for your head.
Want to trade for my rock?
This deal is such a lock.
What a nice lunch.
That must have such a crunch.
Want to trade for my squirrel?
It tastes like chicken so give it a whirl.
What a nice house.
I bet it doesn't have a mouse.
Want to trade for my rock?
It doesn't even need a lock.
What a nice cat.
I bet it can really scat.
Want to trade for my dog?
It cleans up every brown log.
What a nice bank account.
That is such a nice amount.
Want to trade for my rock?
With it people will gawk.
What a nice suit.
I bet it even blocks a toot.
Want to trade for my underwear?
They make it so you aren't bare.
What a nice wife.
Bet she causes no strife.
Want to trade for my rock?
Could break that wedlock.
What a nice lawn.
Bet it sparkles at dawn.
Want to trade for my sand?
Burying stuff can be grand.
Surprising the things people will trade. I guess some deals just have to be made. Or a sucker is born every minute too. That could explain it at ones zoo. That rock could be traded for some grass. That would be fine by my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 4, 2014
Drazin Comes To Play! Go The Other Way!
The cat could not be bothered to stop the godly mook. He is quite the third person talking kook. Yeah, he's a as dumb as a cucumber. See, the cat has his number. Run away! You do not want to hear what he has to say.
Drazin does not want to talk.
Drazin says take a walk.
If Drazin has to read your drivel,
Drazin's brains will surely shrivel.
Drazin does not care,
That you are seen everywhere.
Drazin still has such hate.
Drazin feels it is your fate.
Drazin says screw you.
That is Drazin's review.
The great god Drazin has more to do,
Then read such fluff from you.
Drazin read better on a cereal box.
Drazin says stuff your writing in socks.
Quit and save Drazin the trouble,
Of digging through your rubble.
What? Don't like Drazin?
Is Drazin too brazin?
Drazin does not care.
A fact you should be well aware.
Drazin does what Drazin wants to do.
Drazin hates rhyming at this zoo.
So Drazin is going to stop.
Drazin finds that is a flop.
Damn fleabags,
On your hair Drazin gags.
Drazin will get those sleepers made,
That idea has yet to fade.
Where was Drazin anyway?
Drazin was having Drazin's say.
Drazin says simply you suck.
Drazin says you have no luck.
Drazin says throw in the towel.
Dogs are better with their howl.
Drazin is rather rude.
But Drazin won't take your attitude.
Question Drazin and you are toast.
Drazin will give you quite the roast.
Drazin wants to stop your plight.
Drazin says disappear into the night.
See, the cat let Drazin come to play because even if he is full of hot air at his bay, now you all can have thick skin. I consider that a win. No matter who you are or what you write, haters will always try and take a bite. So just go with the flow and let them crow. That is it for today class from the third person loon and my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Drazin does not want to talk.
Drazin says take a walk.
If Drazin has to read your drivel,
Drazin's brains will surely shrivel.
Drazin does not care,
That you are seen everywhere.
Drazin still has such hate.
Drazin feels it is your fate.
Drazin says screw you.
That is Drazin's review.
The great god Drazin has more to do,
Then read such fluff from you.
Drazin read better on a cereal box.
Drazin says stuff your writing in socks.
Quit and save Drazin the trouble,
Of digging through your rubble.
What? Don't like Drazin?
Is Drazin too brazin?
Drazin does not care.
A fact you should be well aware.
Drazin does what Drazin wants to do.
Drazin hates rhyming at this zoo.
So Drazin is going to stop.
Drazin finds that is a flop.
Damn fleabags,
On your hair Drazin gags.
Drazin will get those sleepers made,
That idea has yet to fade.
Where was Drazin anyway?
Drazin was having Drazin's say.
Drazin says simply you suck.
Drazin says you have no luck.
Drazin says throw in the towel.
Dogs are better with their howl.
Drazin is rather rude.
But Drazin won't take your attitude.
Question Drazin and you are toast.
Drazin will give you quite the roast.
Drazin wants to stop your plight.
Drazin says disappear into the night.
See, the cat let Drazin come to play because even if he is full of hot air at his bay, now you all can have thick skin. I consider that a win. No matter who you are or what you write, haters will always try and take a bite. So just go with the flow and let them crow. That is it for today class from the third person loon and my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 3, 2014
A dVerse Celebration Of Constipation!
Oh what must run through your head when the above dVerse title you read. Gas would be too easy for me. So we will instead go into brain fart territory at my sea. You know, when you instantly forget something at your show, but you know what it is. It can be worse than a pop quiz.
You feel a vibration.
You get an elation.
But forget the narration.
Over your vibration sensation.
The answer is on an aviation,
Which can be a complication.
Leading to a one way conversation,
To one nutty destination.
Seeking that information,
You try a little mediation.
Off in soothing isolation,
You still find no motivation.
So you turn to recreation.
Playing with the vegetation.
Which gives you a nomination,
To have a little visitation.
After such investigation,
You make a proclamation.
You suffered from assassination,
Or some mind neutralization.
It was a secret organization,
So you seek rectification.
Before you get full brain sterilization,
Muttering about your victimization.
You go for electrification,
For some stabilization,
To your disorganization,
Hoping for detoxification.
You sense a little triangulation,
And a little less obliteration.
Hoping for a manifestation,
To your little illumination.
After more deliberation,
You find more restoration,
To your new renovation,
From the power station.
Wallah! Instant education!
From your constipation,
Requiring celebration.
This may have been an exaggeration.
Was this your expectation at my rhyming station? Maybe you expected an assimilation or some sort of fragmentation about constipation? Sorry, it was not in today's constellation. Now I will let you settle your dehydration from my brain fart dissertation and hope any desperation will pass from my aggravation of a little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
You feel a vibration.
You get an elation.
But forget the narration.
Over your vibration sensation.
The answer is on an aviation,
Which can be a complication.
Leading to a one way conversation,
To one nutty destination.
Seeking that information,
You try a little mediation.
Off in soothing isolation,
You still find no motivation.
So you turn to recreation.
Playing with the vegetation.
Which gives you a nomination,
To have a little visitation.
After such investigation,
You make a proclamation.
You suffered from assassination,
Or some mind neutralization.
It was a secret organization,
So you seek rectification.
Before you get full brain sterilization,
Muttering about your victimization.
You go for electrification,
For some stabilization,
To your disorganization,
Hoping for detoxification.
You sense a little triangulation,
And a little less obliteration.
Hoping for a manifestation,
To your little illumination.
After more deliberation,
You find more restoration,
To your new renovation,
From the power station.
Wallah! Instant education!
From your constipation,
Requiring celebration.
This may have been an exaggeration.
Was this your expectation at my rhyming station? Maybe you expected an assimilation or some sort of fragmentation about constipation? Sorry, it was not in today's constellation. Now I will let you settle your dehydration from my brain fart dissertation and hope any desperation will pass from my aggravation of a little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 2, 2014
Some Summer Events That May Or May Not Include Tents!
Summer will soon be here and it is time you planned what to do far and near. So the cat figured he would help you out with events that hold clout.
The baby jumping festival is near.
Don't land on them and cause fear.
Don an Elvis like costume and jump,
Hopefully the jumpers aren't plump.
The amazing ufo festival in Roswell.
That has to be so swell.
Can go and get a probe up your rear.
Cheaper than a doctor's visit I hear.
The state chip throw,
In Wisconsin is where you can go.
There people hurl dry cow poop.
Throw you for a loop?
The shopping cart race.
There is one you can embrace.
Hop in the cart,
And let your engines start.
The Wane Chicken Show.
Care for some chicken high and low?
Everything there is about chicken.
At least no cow turds you'll be pickin.
The Humongous Fungus Fest.
That will have you at your best.
Jump around and cheer a huge mushroom.
Eat it and you may bring doom.
Tarantula Awareness Festival is up.
May need something strong in your cup.
For one contest you show some fur,
The hairy leg contest can surely blur.
Can go and get ready for a thrill,
As at the festival of erotic arts you get your fill.
No need for a little blue pill,
As long as you have some umm will.
The cheese rolling festival is great.
Rolling cheese is such a fun fate.
Roll and roll some more.
Could get quite cheesy at your shore.
The wife carrying championship of the world.
That has to leave your toes curled.
Are you ready to up your life,
Be being the world champion at carrying your wife?
So there you go. Now you have things to do high and low. No need to thank the cat. Have fun throwing dry cow scat. Just wear gloves with such a pass and never touch my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The baby jumping festival is near.
Don't land on them and cause fear.
Don an Elvis like costume and jump,
Hopefully the jumpers aren't plump.
The amazing ufo festival in Roswell.
That has to be so swell.
Can go and get a probe up your rear.
Cheaper than a doctor's visit I hear.
The state chip throw,
In Wisconsin is where you can go.
There people hurl dry cow poop.
Throw you for a loop?
The shopping cart race.
There is one you can embrace.
Hop in the cart,
And let your engines start.
The Wane Chicken Show.
Care for some chicken high and low?
Everything there is about chicken.
At least no cow turds you'll be pickin.
The Humongous Fungus Fest.
That will have you at your best.
Jump around and cheer a huge mushroom.
Eat it and you may bring doom.
Tarantula Awareness Festival is up.
May need something strong in your cup.
For one contest you show some fur,
The hairy leg contest can surely blur.
Can go and get ready for a thrill,
As at the festival of erotic arts you get your fill.
No need for a little blue pill,
As long as you have some umm will.
The cheese rolling festival is great.
Rolling cheese is such a fun fate.
Roll and roll some more.
Could get quite cheesy at your shore.
The wife carrying championship of the world.
That has to leave your toes curled.
Are you ready to up your life,
Be being the world champion at carrying your wife?
So there you go. Now you have things to do high and low. No need to thank the cat. Have fun throwing dry cow scat. Just wear gloves with such a pass and never touch my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 1, 2014
Come Tell The Cat If You Are This Or That!
So what do you do when this or that happens at your zoo? Be interesting to see and so away we go with my this or that spree. Or maybe that or this or that or this. Confusing you? Sorry, miss.
You make a mistake typing,
Whether blogging, novel or Skyping.
Do you backspace the whole line,
Or go back and change things to the right sign?
You cook all day,
Oops forget a tray.
Do you have a little burnt snack,
Or order out at your shack?
You get a nasty taste,
Worse than paste.
Do you swallow with haste,
Or run and spit in the waste?
You make a mess,
All over your dress.
Do you go with the flow,
Or change on the go?
You are so clever,
And to something you say never.
It happens and you stick to your way,
Or change things up at your bay?
You really have to go,
But are away from your show.
Do you hold it and drive home,
Or go where public restrooms roam?
You walk each sunny day,
There at your bay.
When it rains do you go,
Or call it a day at your show?
You find crap you never use,
Crap you would not care if you lose.
Do you chuck it in the trash can,
Or remain a crap hoarding fan?
You catch some germs,
Around your body a germ squirms.
Do you go to work and spread the love,
Or stay home and curse all above?
You come here and have no clue,
What they hell I am saying at my zoo.
Do you raise an eyebrow and run,
Or join in on the fun?
Did you answer yes or no to each one? Or pick one or the other under your sun? Each has their own way whether right or wrong or whatever at their bay. Did you say something crass? That is so enjoyed by my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
You make a mistake typing,
Whether blogging, novel or Skyping.
Do you backspace the whole line,
Or go back and change things to the right sign?
You cook all day,
Oops forget a tray.
Do you have a little burnt snack,
Or order out at your shack?
You get a nasty taste,
Worse than paste.
Do you swallow with haste,
Or run and spit in the waste?
You make a mess,
All over your dress.
Do you go with the flow,
Or change on the go?
You are so clever,
And to something you say never.
It happens and you stick to your way,
Or change things up at your bay?
You really have to go,
But are away from your show.
Do you hold it and drive home,
Or go where public restrooms roam?
You walk each sunny day,
There at your bay.
When it rains do you go,
Or call it a day at your show?
You find crap you never use,
Crap you would not care if you lose.
Do you chuck it in the trash can,
Or remain a crap hoarding fan?
You catch some germs,
Around your body a germ squirms.
Do you go to work and spread the love,
Or stay home and curse all above?
You come here and have no clue,
What they hell I am saying at my zoo.
Do you raise an eyebrow and run,
Or join in on the fun?
Did you answer yes or no to each one? Or pick one or the other under your sun? Each has their own way whether right or wrong or whatever at their bay. Did you say something crass? That is so enjoyed by my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
May 31, 2014
Dumb Criminal 101 Is Back For More Fun!
There are just so many out there that the cat has so much ammo at his lair. They come near and far as they try to rob things like a bar. But the dumber they are the easier they are to catch by train, plane or car.
A guy tried to rob a liquor store.
Tried to climb out through the roof to explore.
Fell on his butt three times.
Third time gave up, sat down, smoked and waited for cop chimes.
A lady decides to rob a bank.
But she doesn't want a tank.
She was just drunk on mouth wash,
And wanted to buy more of the slosh.
Car gets stolen with a car phone.
Cops call and say they want to buy it at the tone.
Thief meets up to sell,
Now he has a nice comfy cell.
A guy thinks it was grand,
To impersonate a cop and shake a hand.
Except he does so to a real cop.
Ended up in quite the flop.
Can't get a ride home?
No need to walk or roam.
Just steal an ambulance that is near by.
That won't be hard to spot from the sky.
A guy sets trash cans on fire,
States he was not a liar.
He was just trying to keep warm.
In 115 F weather there could be a snow storm?
Stab your friend in the rear.
Then give a happy cheer.
Even if they choke,
Go with the defense that it was just a joke.
Not enough money in the til?
Tie up the clerk and wait for it to fill.
Just work the desk yourself,
Sadly you may end up on a jail house shelf.
Cops knew they had the right guy,
In each coin machine theft cry,
When he paid $400 in quarters for bail.
Sadly, not a tall tale.
Suck back a single malt,
And prepare to assault.
A Taco Bell Burrito does the trick.
Yep, you still can end up behind a wall of brick.
There we are for today, another bunch of dumb criminals on display. Maybe they will wise up one day? Yeah, that is highly unlikely at any bay. They just keep adding to the mass and giving ammo to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
A guy tried to rob a liquor store.
Tried to climb out through the roof to explore.
Fell on his butt three times.
Third time gave up, sat down, smoked and waited for cop chimes.
A lady decides to rob a bank.
But she doesn't want a tank.
She was just drunk on mouth wash,
And wanted to buy more of the slosh.
Car gets stolen with a car phone.
Cops call and say they want to buy it at the tone.
Thief meets up to sell,
Now he has a nice comfy cell.
A guy thinks it was grand,
To impersonate a cop and shake a hand.
Except he does so to a real cop.
Ended up in quite the flop.
Can't get a ride home?
No need to walk or roam.
Just steal an ambulance that is near by.
That won't be hard to spot from the sky.
A guy sets trash cans on fire,
States he was not a liar.
He was just trying to keep warm.
In 115 F weather there could be a snow storm?
Stab your friend in the rear.
Then give a happy cheer.
Even if they choke,
Go with the defense that it was just a joke.
Not enough money in the til?
Tie up the clerk and wait for it to fill.
Just work the desk yourself,
Sadly you may end up on a jail house shelf.
Cops knew they had the right guy,
In each coin machine theft cry,
When he paid $400 in quarters for bail.
Sadly, not a tall tale.
Suck back a single malt,
And prepare to assault.
A Taco Bell Burrito does the trick.
Yep, you still can end up behind a wall of brick.
There we are for today, another bunch of dumb criminals on display. Maybe they will wise up one day? Yeah, that is highly unlikely at any bay. They just keep adding to the mass and giving ammo to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
May 30, 2014
No Time? Isn't That A Crime!
We have seen it here, we have seen it there, we have seen it at every lair. Plus we have said it a time or ten ourselves at our den. But is it ever really true? I guess we shall see before the cat is through.
Where do you find the time?
My life is such a crime.
I have no time.
Shot down in my prime.
Did I use my saying quota up?
We'll consider that a little hiccup.
At least I saved some time.
That should impress even a mime.
Time you say?
None at your bay?
Really really you say?
Who are you trying to convince anyway?
I see you in front of the TV.
That sure makes time flee.
I see you napping.
Time sure is zapping.
I see you waiting until the last day,
To get things done that are due for pay.
What? Time before that too busy?
My, TV's must make you dizzy.
But I really have no time.
Fast forward that chime.
It comes out ten more times,
Another hour bell chimes.
I see you whining.
The stars aren't aligning?
My, your time is just out of hand,
How are you still standing on dry land?
You have it so rough.
All of this umm stuff.
It is so much to do.
Sit there without a clue.
Where do you find the time?
Another repeated chime.
Go suck on a lime,
Or maybe throw them a dime.
No time you say?
Pffft life is so grey.
Tell me something new,
Poor poor pitiful you.
Time to write, play with pets, kids, or just open bottle lids, can be found each and every day. Unless of course something drastic is at play. People just choose to play dumb games on Facebook or watch TV instead. So put the I have no time to bed. You have time indeed. You just choose to do something else with it at your feed. Now I am done today's rant and sass with my ever so timely little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Where do you find the time?
My life is such a crime.
I have no time.
Shot down in my prime.
Did I use my saying quota up?
We'll consider that a little hiccup.
At least I saved some time.
That should impress even a mime.
Time you say?
None at your bay?
Really really you say?
Who are you trying to convince anyway?
I see you in front of the TV.
That sure makes time flee.
I see you napping.
Time sure is zapping.
I see you waiting until the last day,
To get things done that are due for pay.
What? Time before that too busy?
My, TV's must make you dizzy.
But I really have no time.
Fast forward that chime.
It comes out ten more times,
Another hour bell chimes.
I see you whining.
The stars aren't aligning?
My, your time is just out of hand,
How are you still standing on dry land?
You have it so rough.
All of this umm stuff.
It is so much to do.
Sit there without a clue.
Where do you find the time?
Another repeated chime.
Go suck on a lime,
Or maybe throw them a dime.
No time you say?
Pffft life is so grey.
Tell me something new,
Poor poor pitiful you.
Time to write, play with pets, kids, or just open bottle lids, can be found each and every day. Unless of course something drastic is at play. People just choose to play dumb games on Facebook or watch TV instead. So put the I have no time to bed. You have time indeed. You just choose to do something else with it at your feed. Now I am done today's rant and sass with my ever so timely little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
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