Pat Hatt's Blog, page 204

#4 Takes A Worm Tour!

The cat was not sure he would do this again at his den, as it takes a ton of work. But watching the chaos last year made me smirk. So away we will go and last year I did say that there may be a reward at my show. Well I kept the stats for a whole year and now in order the top 24, who are still active, will be shown off by my little rhyming rear. Yep, 24 posts in one day for Pat's birthday make a return to my bay.

My Journey With Candida Blog
Terry got 24 as well.But she ran like hell.Had to catch up leaving her fourth.Maybe because the cat is too far north?
Very helpful at her sea,Giving all ways to get healthy.Especially with some nasty crap,That is more common then you think across the map.
I.e. worms/parasites,Maybe even dust mites.Plus a giveaway or ten,Is done at her den.
Some back tips too,Just for you.Go hang upside down.Would a smile be a frown?

Have you met Terry yet? Now you have, thanks to the pet. Four down and 20 to go. Can you keep up at my show? We shall see what takes place as all day the cat fills this space. Now get ready for posts in mass that will come from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

#3 Goes On A Kitty Cat Spree!

The cat was not sure he would do this again at his den, as it takes a ton of work. But watching the chaos last year made me smirk. So away we will go and last year I did say that there may be a reward at my show. Well I kept the stats for a whole year and now in order the top 24, who are still active, will be shown off by my little rhyming rear. Yep, 24 posts in one day for Pat's birthday make a return to my bay.

My Five Men
Betsy had 24 too.Sadly, she had to go back and get a few.Leaving her only in third place.Maybe that laundry took up too much space?
My Five Men,Cats don't count at her den? My 50 Men may sound weird though,Five has a better flow.
Can finds cats galore,Over at her shore.Maybe a little of this and that,Not quite as random as the cat.
Drinks more coffee then ten men,There at her den.And what do you know,A numb tongue may show.
Have you met Betsy yet? Now you have, thanks to the pet. Three down and 21 to go. Can you keep up at my show? We shall see what takes place as all day the cat fills this space. Now get ready for posts in mass that will come from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

#2 Is Far Away To View!

The cat was not sure he would do this again at his den, as it takes a ton of work. But watching the chaos last year made me smirk. So away we will go and last year I did say that there may be a reward at my show. Well I kept the stats for a whole year and now in order the top 24, who are still active, will be shown off by my little rhyming rear. Yep, 24 posts in one day for Pat's birthday make a return to my bay.

Far Away Series
Had 24 as well,With the second most concurrent rings of the bell.Bet that was a surprise,Showing up the 0 of old one eye's.
Far Away Series isn't very far.I could get there by car.Maybe far means far out.Like groovy with her shout.
There you will find,What's on her mind.A tune or three,You will see.
Battle of the bands.You can sit in the stands.Maybe twist and shout,Yelling far out!
Have you met farawayeyes yet? Now you have, thanks to the pet. Two down and 22 to go. Can you keep up at my show? We shall see what takes place as all day the cat fills this space. Now get ready for posts in mass that will come from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

#1 To Start The Fun!

The cat was not sure he would do this again at his den, as it takes a ton of work. But watching the chaos last year made me smirk. So away we will go and last year I did say that there may be a reward at my show. Well I kept the stats for a whole year and now in order the top 24, who are still active, will be shown off by my little rhyming rear. Yep, 24 posts in one day for Pat's birthday make a return to my bay.

Rainbow
Hank had 24,With many a #1 encore.
Being first most,
For each post.

Rainbow though?
What a rip off show.
There is no dough,
At the end of that Rainbow.

But go visit Hank.
Got plenty of gas in his tank.
Not the bad kind,
Leave that to my behind.

Many writes a day,
Making you think at his bay.
Plus he likes to be #1,
And can amass quite the run.
Have you met Hank yet? Now you have, thanks to the pet. One down and 23 to go. Can you keep up at my show? We shall see what takes place as all day the cat fills this space. Now get ready for posts in mass that will come from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Another Year Older But No Colder!

I guess I'm still not too old for this shit as I rhyme away at my pit. But when do I get to say that and make it stick? Wouldn't it be fun to be a mean old prick? No? Let's see with my flow.

You can bicker with all,
Give young girls a cat call,
That are above legal age.
No going creeper on this page.

Whack kids with your walking stick.
Give people in front of you a kick.
Then just act senile.
No need to run a mile.

Get to be cleaned out once a year,
As a hand goes up your rear.
Maybe even a gadget in your ear,
To help you be able to hear.

And whenever you have to go,
Lift your leg and let it flow.
A reference to a mutt.
Just don't sniff a butt.

Fake a heart attack,
Then get a free ice pack.
Plus a free ride too.
Flashy lights just for you.

You get a blue pill.
I hear it is a thrill.
It's like you have powers,
As it lasts for hours.

Could get a party started,
With oops you farted.
Having a bit of gas,
And just letting it pass.

Just do the hokey pokey,
And you'll be as feared as Loki.
Right leg in and off it goes,
Or you may just lose some toes.

Could start your own band.
Go all across the land.
The more your bones crack,
The more people you'll pack.

Then the best of all.
You can do nothing at your hall.
Just throw a big fit,
And say you are too old for this shit.

Hmmm okay maybe not. It does not sound so hot. Besides the last one I suppose. I would not want to do the hokey pokey and lose my toes. So the cat will keep Pat below 30 for now before he has a cow. Now I will go pass some young gas from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

A Little Flack About What We Lack!

So years ago and every year later at ones show, we all hear how things will come in a few years near. This and that and even a cloning cat. But all is a no go. Probably due to greed, but we'll forget that today at my show.

Not so far away,
We will have quite the display.
Holograms galore,
Will be in store.

There will be flying cars,
Making trips easier to bars.
Robots that can do all,
Even pleasure you at your hall.

Oh what the nuts will do,
With those at their zoo.
Clones of this and that,
Even that of a cat.

Re-pet anyone?
Don't forget your laser beam gun.
This disease and that,
Will go bye bye at every mat.

Yeah friggin right.
That will never happen any night.
Robot parts,
Like robot hearts,

All just for you,
Will easily come due.
No wallet at all,
Just swipe your arm at your hall.

The chip we implanted,
Will make your every wish granted.
Solar power every where.
Or water powered if you dare.

All will be off the grid.
Hope on that no one placed a bid.
Virtual reality will be here,
You can watch cheerleaders cheer.

And do plenty of other stuff.
You and zombies could get rough.
Don't forget 3D.
It will be around for all to see.

Oh wait!
That is our fate.
And it is crap.
Maybe we are better off across the map.

Now some may have come to be but none of them are as commercially available as they predicted at their sea. Who are they anyway? I guess that is for another day. I will have to ask them for such a pass. Of course then they may get mad at my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

A Sleeper On Deck, What The Heck?

So here they are once again at our bar. The two light hearted fools are showing a rabies nut who rules. Who has rabies you ask? I guess I can tell you and pull back the mask.

Some evil scientist guy,
Gives some evil cry.
He is so evil they say,
Helping Drazin come what may.

So Remembering Grace,
Goes to him with a smile on her face.
Migraines will be gone.
Sadly, it was a con.

Now she is left a freak.
She is really up the creek.
A hippie dippie werewolf thing,
Who has rabies and likes to cling.

She becomes a deck sleeper.
Really quite the creeper.
I hope she's not a peeper,
Or a deck weeper.

I guess we shall find out,
If she has any clout.
Or goes all Old Yeller today,
Put down or thrown in the bay.


Wow, did you see that? Truedessa squashed her flat. Beat her to pits with so many hits. I guess leeching wine stealers better watch out. She could really make them pout. Ever have hopes of being a werewolf type mass? You can confess to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

The Hostile Smile Adds To The Pile!

Two years ago today the cat put his first children's book out on display. The Swashbuckle Chuckle came due here at my zoo. Now we have what? Nearly 30 at my hut. But what better way then to celebrate it than with a sequel to the cat's first hit.

The Hostile Smile,
Turns up the dial.
One Shoe Kangaroo is back,
When Hypno Bee goes on the attack.

But why does he have one shoe?
That is another story at my zoo.
Blue Doo Kangaroo is on the scene.
At first she seems rather mean.

Yet that does not last long.
Things then go so wrong.
Hypno Bee may win.
That could be a sin.

So One Shoe Kangaroo,
Tries to find a clue.
He has to beat this bee,
And pitch him into the sea.

At least that is the buzz.
Maybe all just eat fuzz.
I guess you will have to see,
In the next book from little old me.









Click here for a peer!
Ready for One Shoe Kangaroo once more at your zoo? For away we go with another story at my show. You can't stop the cat. Keep expecting more from my mat. I have to add to my mass so 100 comes due from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Who Needs Huts When You Got Butts!

The cat has always known that mutts like to sniff butts. That is just a thing they do. They do it to more than a few. But it seems to be spreading like a disease. This could be worse of an outbreak than fleas on knees.



 At first it was just this.A merry go round bit of bliss.Mutts just waited in line,For a smell they found divine.
 
Then it moved to a human rump.I guess it beats a leg hump.So it was not all bad.For some humans fun was even had. 

 Then they went deeper.This one was a keeper.They wanted undies everywhere,To go away so they could stare.

Then it jumped to cats.They were sniffing butts like ding bats.Oh say it isn't so.That is a whole new low.

Baboons were doing it too.Just relaxing with a butt in view.This was really going to hell,As all stopped for a smell.

 Even Cassie got in on the act.It is such a sad fact.Thankfully it was not mine,Just some other random feline.

Humans were the last.But they also joined the cast.Wrestling and butt sniffing,A new sport, Whiffing.

They did it here, there and everywhere.It was no longer rare.Even at the grocery store,Humans would stop to explore.

It went right to the top.Although this could be a flop.Cross species butt sniffing,Sure adds a whole new dimension to Whiffing.

But never fear.There is good news I hear.Crotch sniffing has yet to catch.So some balls none will try and fetch.
What can we do to stop this? Are you engaged in butt sniffing bliss? Do you think you deserve the Whiffing title? I hope you don't sit there and idle. Do you like a large or small mass? Either way, I'm going to cover my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

A dVerse Bed To Rest Your Head!

So today for dVerse the cat will help with your sleep curse. I will share with you how to sleep good and deep. No need for a comfy bed when you have such great places to rest your head.

Make like a cat,
There at your mat.
Find a comfy spot,
And sleep a whole lot.

No need for the bed,
That has been said.
The couch is easy to.
There are better spots for you.

The sink is grand,
There at your land.
Plus no need to move as well,
When a drink is needed at your cell.

The bathtub has more room.
Could shrivel up like a mushroom.
Plus get in your bath,
So there is no stinky wrath.

The cupboard is great.
It is such a fun fate.
Open it and close the door.
Always dark at your shore.

A box that is bare,
With maybe a little cat hair,
Keeps you from falling over,
And looking like a drunk rover.

Under some clothes,
That are piled in rows,
Is quite the comfy spot.
Some humans may need a lot.

Curl up on the windowsill,
Where you could give neighbors a thrill.
Depending on what you wear,
Or like a cat you sit bare.

Climb a big tree,
Smile with glee.
Then lie on back,
Sleep you won't lack.

So there you are,
Some great spots at your bar.
Of course you have to fit,
Otherwise you may curse it.

Do not say the cat never helps you at your bay. I will make sure you get some sleep as you try new places at your keep. Just give each one a pass and you will sleep easy like my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.