Pat Hatt's Blog, page 214
December 17, 2013
A dVerse Helping Hand From My Land!
So you are late and need to find a place that still is stocked with an open gate. Never fear, you will be helped by my little rhyming rear. You just have to get dVerse. No need to curse. Even if they are slack and taking a break from their shack. Pffft I do not need any stinkin break. So I will still partake.
Who doesn't like liquor?
Can make one see things that flicker.
Could get it with ease,
Away to the bar you breeze.
Just fill an empty bottle from your cup.
Never bring the bottle up.
Keep it hidden low.
Then once full, wrap it in a bow.
Your office is ripe for the picking.
That clock that is ticking,
That stapler that is so shiny.
Forget the receptionist, she's too whiny.
Could even swipe a sheet of paper.
I'm sure you could pull off such a caper.
Then make a paper airplane.
Bam! Instant gift, beats a train.
Go outside.
Search far and wide.
Actually just stand in the yard,
Unless that is too hard.
Hold out a cup and wait for rain.
Stick in a pretty candy cane.
Free water and a treat.
I bet all with think it is neat.
Go in your house,
Make sure no one is close,
Then sneak around,
And see what is found.
It is a ton of hair!
Collect it all at your lair.
Then form a wig.
Bet it will be quite the rig.
And then there is the place,
That many embrace.
Though it may stink,
When in trash you sink.
But the dump can pleasure.
It can hold many a treasure.
Who knows what you will detect.
Don't touch things though that stand erect.
See, no need to curse at your sea. You can find stuff for under the tree. Just do some hopping and you can find fun places to go shopping. What? You want a heated store? You are such a bore. Could also swipe your neighbor's grass and give it to my grass eating little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Who doesn't like liquor?
Can make one see things that flicker.
Could get it with ease,
Away to the bar you breeze.
Just fill an empty bottle from your cup.
Never bring the bottle up.
Keep it hidden low.
Then once full, wrap it in a bow.
Your office is ripe for the picking.
That clock that is ticking,
That stapler that is so shiny.
Forget the receptionist, she's too whiny.
Could even swipe a sheet of paper.
I'm sure you could pull off such a caper.
Then make a paper airplane.
Bam! Instant gift, beats a train.
Go outside.
Search far and wide.
Actually just stand in the yard,
Unless that is too hard.
Hold out a cup and wait for rain.
Stick in a pretty candy cane.
Free water and a treat.
I bet all with think it is neat.
Go in your house,
Make sure no one is close,
Then sneak around,
And see what is found.
It is a ton of hair!
Collect it all at your lair.
Then form a wig.
Bet it will be quite the rig.
And then there is the place,
That many embrace.
Though it may stink,
When in trash you sink.
But the dump can pleasure.
It can hold many a treasure.
Who knows what you will detect.
Don't touch things though that stand erect.
See, no need to curse at your sea. You can find stuff for under the tree. Just do some hopping and you can find fun places to go shopping. What? You want a heated store? You are such a bore. Could also swipe your neighbor's grass and give it to my grass eating little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 16, 2013
Make A Wish With The Rainbow Fish!
And so number 24 has come to take a tour. Not even Christmas time can stop me. I'll ho ho ho them out with glee. Wait! That might leave Santa pissed and get me on the naughty list. Oh well, being bad is swell.
A genie likes to dance,
He can really prance.
He doesn't want to grant a wish.
But along comes a fish.
She is rainbow like,
A deal they strike.
And away they go,
To put on a show.
But it was a leprechaun trick.
He is rather slick.
They may win the day,
Or sink in the bay.
I guess you'll have to see,
With number 24 from me.
Even a triple snout pig,
I'm sure that you can dig.
Click here for a peer!
Artwork is sure grand with this one in my land. And so that closes another year of books with my little rhyming rear. One every single month came due, some months even had a few. Damn, the cat is grand here in his land. I am sure more will come to pass from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
A genie likes to dance,
He can really prance.
He doesn't want to grant a wish.
But along comes a fish.
She is rainbow like,
A deal they strike.
And away they go,
To put on a show.
But it was a leprechaun trick.
He is rather slick.
They may win the day,
Or sink in the bay.
I guess you'll have to see,
With number 24 from me.
Even a triple snout pig,
I'm sure that you can dig.
Click here for a peer!
Artwork is sure grand with this one in my land. And so that closes another year of books with my little rhyming rear. One every single month came due, some months even had a few. Damn, the cat is grand here in his land. I am sure more will come to pass from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 15, 2013
Do You Desire This Kind Of Fire?
So dVerse is going all candle light at their bay before breaking from their word play. Pffft to that I say. I will break when I have posts done through May. But never fear, I will still give you a candle cheer.
Could really light the way,There at your bay.Just give it a flick,Throw before down goes the wick.
Boom! More light.Could be a fright.But the place will burn.There will be light at every turn.
The go away light. You want to see in the night.But people need to leave you be.So shut them up with glee.
The best mutt ever.It is so clever.It burns and melts away.Don't mind those at my bay.
Fancy finger light.Let those fingers take flight.Watch it, they may bite.I know, that just isn't right.
But why settle for one?Go have some finger fun.Get fingered in the night,By some finger light.
Freaky lights are there too.They even stare at you.Beware their eyes.I hear they eat flies.
A fire creature giving fire?Like rubber to a tire.Redundant much?Again, don't touch.
I think someone was to Betsy's place.They grabbed many a cat face.And then they made a ton.None of me, because I'm the only one.
And for those nights when you are all alone,Don't dial some sex line on the phone.Just be a peeper and watch two melt away.Hey, you won't go to jail at the end of the day.
Now you have much to light your way. Don't say I never helped you at my bay. You can even have a little fling with wax at your wing. Oh that could go all wrong and you may lose your ding dong. I think I'll stop my candle sass and just light the way with gas from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Could really light the way,There at your bay.Just give it a flick,Throw before down goes the wick.
Boom! More light.Could be a fright.But the place will burn.There will be light at every turn.
The go away light. You want to see in the night.But people need to leave you be.So shut them up with glee.
The best mutt ever.It is so clever.It burns and melts away.Don't mind those at my bay.
Fancy finger light.Let those fingers take flight.Watch it, they may bite.I know, that just isn't right.
But why settle for one?Go have some finger fun.Get fingered in the night,By some finger light.
Freaky lights are there too.They even stare at you.Beware their eyes.I hear they eat flies.
A fire creature giving fire?Like rubber to a tire.Redundant much?Again, don't touch.
I think someone was to Betsy's place.They grabbed many a cat face.And then they made a ton.None of me, because I'm the only one.
And for those nights when you are all alone,Don't dial some sex line on the phone.Just be a peeper and watch two melt away.Hey, you won't go to jail at the end of the day.
Now you have much to light your way. Don't say I never helped you at my bay. You can even have a little fling with wax at your wing. Oh that could go all wrong and you may lose your ding dong. I think I'll stop my candle sass and just light the way with gas from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 14, 2013
A Little Misspelling Brings A New Telling!
So what is in a name? Can you make any name claim? I suppose I'll leave that up to you, too much thinking for my zoo. The voices each have their own name though. They ranted until they got one at my show. Anyway, away we go, naming things high and low.
Mary Christmas today.
Mary, did you have it already at your bay?
Boy, you are fast.
Hope it was a blast.
Santa Claws will be here soon.
Are his claws dull like a spoon?
If not, I will run away.
With claws I don't want to play.
Atoms are really neat.
Atom that fact was sweet.
But is that all you got?
It may not make the cut.
Find a Male 4 Rosey?
I hope he brings a posey.
I hope he is a nice male too.
You may get a few.
Old One I is still scary.
Doesn't that I look hairy.
One I in her name,
Suppose it's a true claim.
Keith Win you say?
Will he share at his bay?
It was only an old shoe?
He can keep that at his zoo.
Clawdia is one to watch out for.
She will attack at your shore.
Those claws are sharp.
They may cover you in a tarp.
We We?
Are you flying in a tree?
Trying to dance a jig?
Maybe swing from that tree twig?
Pat Hat day it is today.
Pat your hat until May.
Might wear out your hand,
Patting so much across the land.
Well dam!
Water dripped on my ham.
Clawdia is at fault,
She sliced them too thick at her vault.
Just a little fun as the Mary Christmas popped in under my sun. So it had to be done and given a run. Most names don't have another spelling who's meaning is different when yelling. But some surely do break such glass and had to be used by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Mary Christmas today.
Mary, did you have it already at your bay?
Boy, you are fast.
Hope it was a blast.
Santa Claws will be here soon.
Are his claws dull like a spoon?
If not, I will run away.
With claws I don't want to play.
Atoms are really neat.
Atom that fact was sweet.
But is that all you got?
It may not make the cut.
Find a Male 4 Rosey?
I hope he brings a posey.
I hope he is a nice male too.
You may get a few.
Old One I is still scary.
Doesn't that I look hairy.
One I in her name,
Suppose it's a true claim.
Keith Win you say?
Will he share at his bay?
It was only an old shoe?
He can keep that at his zoo.
Clawdia is one to watch out for.
She will attack at your shore.
Those claws are sharp.
They may cover you in a tarp.
We We?
Are you flying in a tree?
Trying to dance a jig?
Maybe swing from that tree twig?
Pat Hat day it is today.
Pat your hat until May.
Might wear out your hand,
Patting so much across the land.
Well dam!
Water dripped on my ham.
Clawdia is at fault,
She sliced them too thick at her vault.
Just a little fun as the Mary Christmas popped in under my sun. So it had to be done and given a run. Most names don't have another spelling who's meaning is different when yelling. But some surely do break such glass and had to be used by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 13, 2013
I Will Get You Smart At Some Point At My Cart!
Some more facts of holiday acts. Those used last year are the same and a repeat would just be lame. Plus Al Penwasser is not my name. So I won't play the repeat game. Was that a dig? Oops, it was not too big. So away we go with new ones at my show.
Santa really does have powers,
He also had plenty of bowers.
Odin is one precursor it is said.
Piss him off and it's off with your head.
Apples were the earliest known decorations on the tree.
Does that really surprise thee?
I mean just cut down an apple tree.
Poof, all done at your sea.
The first Christmas card was invented in 1843.
Wow, had to take a genius for such a spree.
That must have been hard to invent.
Sarcasm, don't get bent.
White Christmas by Irving Berlin,
Sounds like a real win.
Estimated to be the best selling single of all time.
And only one month a year it is given a chime.
The first printed reference to a Christmas tree,
Came long long ago, yep older than Betsy.
Way back in 1531.
Oops, digging a bigger hole under my sun.
Christmas stockings came in a round about way,
From the hookers back in the day.
A wealthy Bishop stopped three from joining such a crew,
By climbing down their chimney and letting gold come due.
Speaking of which,
This could make you twitch.
Santa was not always so jolly.
He was depicted with a birch rod, that would punish and stick it to umm Holly.
The Puritans down below,
Meaning the U.S. show,
Banned it years ago,
And you had to pay five schillings if it were to show.
Oklahoma was the last state to declare,
Christmas a holiday affair.
I guess they wanted to bring up the rear.
Santa's birch rod caused them fear.
Mistletoe does more than get you a kiss.
Druids believed it brought another kind of bliss.
Healing diseases and other stuff.
But when it means "little dung twig" passing that off may be rough.
There you go, you are now smarter at your show. Or at least filled with useless crap. Maybe you could spread little dung twigs across the map? No you say? That is okay. Plenty will come to pass from my ever so factual little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Santa really does have powers,
He also had plenty of bowers.
Odin is one precursor it is said.
Piss him off and it's off with your head.
Apples were the earliest known decorations on the tree.
Does that really surprise thee?
I mean just cut down an apple tree.
Poof, all done at your sea.
The first Christmas card was invented in 1843.
Wow, had to take a genius for such a spree.
That must have been hard to invent.
Sarcasm, don't get bent.
White Christmas by Irving Berlin,
Sounds like a real win.
Estimated to be the best selling single of all time.
And only one month a year it is given a chime.
The first printed reference to a Christmas tree,
Came long long ago, yep older than Betsy.
Way back in 1531.
Oops, digging a bigger hole under my sun.
Christmas stockings came in a round about way,
From the hookers back in the day.
A wealthy Bishop stopped three from joining such a crew,
By climbing down their chimney and letting gold come due.
Speaking of which,
This could make you twitch.
Santa was not always so jolly.
He was depicted with a birch rod, that would punish and stick it to umm Holly.
The Puritans down below,
Meaning the U.S. show,
Banned it years ago,
And you had to pay five schillings if it were to show.
Oklahoma was the last state to declare,
Christmas a holiday affair.
I guess they wanted to bring up the rear.
Santa's birch rod caused them fear.
Mistletoe does more than get you a kiss.
Druids believed it brought another kind of bliss.
Healing diseases and other stuff.
But when it means "little dung twig" passing that off may be rough.
There you go, you are now smarter at your show. Or at least filled with useless crap. Maybe you could spread little dung twigs across the map? No you say? That is okay. Plenty will come to pass from my ever so factual little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 12, 2013
With This Trip We Let It RIP!
Some poor things just do not get any loving as into the closet people go a shoving. Hmm, get your mind from the gutter there is no need to get the butter. Today the cat will let them breathe a bit with a little RIP fit.
Could make bugs.Hide them under rugs.Oh what joy.I'd eat such a toy.
The poor big cell,Really went to hell.It still has a perk,Can use it to whack a jerk.
Carry your tunes.Were they loons?I suppose muscle it built.Still those tapes can wilt.
Little pieces in a light up thing.Much joy that had to bring.Took too long.Rather go beat Donkey Kong.
One whole hole.That was a great goal.Don't you love those big disks?So covered all risks.
The one that many threw away,When really it is better for you at your bay.It won't send emf crap all over,And even pollute rover.
Those were the days,Run through a simple maze.With only a few buttons to press.More with less?
Pay a quarter and have a play,Sit there all day.Bye bye money.Bet Pac Man thought it was funny.
For tunes on the go,That really flow,See above.This one is stationary love.
And this one was so great,Nothing can relate.Oh wait!There is Youtube, sorry mate.
The poor contraptions have been seen once more. The cat is so nice at his shore, going back in time with a chime. Makes me glad for my thumb drive here at my hive. It has room in mass and can save much, unlike those huge disks, from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Could make bugs.Hide them under rugs.Oh what joy.I'd eat such a toy.
The poor big cell,Really went to hell.It still has a perk,Can use it to whack a jerk.
Carry your tunes.Were they loons?I suppose muscle it built.Still those tapes can wilt.
Little pieces in a light up thing.Much joy that had to bring.Took too long.Rather go beat Donkey Kong.
One whole hole.That was a great goal.Don't you love those big disks?So covered all risks.
The one that many threw away,When really it is better for you at your bay.It won't send emf crap all over,And even pollute rover.
Those were the days,Run through a simple maze.With only a few buttons to press.More with less?
Pay a quarter and have a play,Sit there all day.Bye bye money.Bet Pac Man thought it was funny.
For tunes on the go,That really flow,See above.This one is stationary love.
And this one was so great,Nothing can relate.Oh wait!There is Youtube, sorry mate.
The poor contraptions have been seen once more. The cat is so nice at his shore, going back in time with a chime. Makes me glad for my thumb drive here at my hive. It has room in mass and can save much, unlike those huge disks, from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 11, 2013
Whoopdi Friggin Doo Awards One Of You!
Robbie Raisin here to give you all a little cheer. Hey, it is that time of year around this spinning sphere. Today on Whoopdi Friggin Doo we go nationwide in search of a few. It is time to see who will get this wonderful award under their tree.
Al, let's start with you. How would your acceptance speech go if the award came due?
That sounds most foul!
Even my colonoscopy
aka "Booty Lookie-See."
Where there were much faintings
when they found those cave paintings.
I will have to stop you there. No need to show us anything bare. Betty, tell all, don't be petty.
too funny with all your rhyme, do you talk in it all the time? do you even dream in it at night, if so, does it cause a fright?
I'm the one asking questions here. You get no cheer. Remembering Grace, why that sad look on your face?
HAHAHA I made a rhyme.
Darn, I just ruined it.
Okay! Moving on today. Gloria, how would your speech go at the award show?
Tarsier man is my favorite you know that
Wow, you like to monkey around. Hopefully he is bound. Theresa are you still whining about Halloween? Don't say something obscene.
Maybe Terry needs to separate from the dogs
Terry may not like that. At least you didn't compare her to a rat. Terry, any response from you for all to view?
Begone Worms!
One track mind. Bet she talks about her behind. I think you made Anne hurl with your worm whirl.
A flirty Worm Queen that drips pus and has weird sexual fantasies. Yep, there goes breakfast
I was right. Such a nasty sight. Keith, what about you, if you won at your zoo?
I may even forgo all appearances of manhood and loudly shout
Hmmm a cheerleader you say? Be quite the display. Betsy, have you come to your senses and put up some fences?
years ago
hairballs did grow
and a shock it is
that cold, between the toes biz.
Guess not. Eww foot rot. Brian, you have to have something to say, you always do anyway.
not much tap dancing there but surely a shock wave will echo out
Hmm care to guess what he's trying to confess? Rosey, you any better at this or is something amiss?
First thing I did was to scroll up and find out what Manzanita had to say about all of this!!
Hmm kind of off her rocker. What a shocker. Manzanita, I will let you speak, we would not want Rosey to scroll too far up for a peek.
Come near Me you wimpy trio
And I'll spit you all the way to Rio
You said you wanted sun and sand
You'll dance to a different kind of band
You'll spit on me? How nasty of thee. Alex, show your ninja skills, give the world thrills.
Makes me want to get some pills from the vet now. Violated by a worm is not the way I want to go.
So you want a vet so worms don't violate you like a pet? Good to know, away we go. Folklore are you ready? Puns can come steady.
Hey, second best ain't that bad.
Suck a slacker. If it was laundry you'd be an attacker. Hank, your turn. Make all feel the burn.
No.#1
Hmm Hank can't count to a higher amount. R, what about you. Any words before we are through?
Great Post!
R, I don't know. You may be the winner with that great response on our show. Truedessa, can you top R at your bar?
maybe, you could sell it on eBay
see what they have to say
Wow, you win. But that is such a sin. I am going to take your advice and sell it on eBay for a hefty price. You ruined it for everyone. You better run. They may hunt you down and that could make you frown. Robbie Raisin off to make a huge lump of dough, hope you enjoyed the show.
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Geez, look what Truedessa did at my sea. After all that interviewing she just made him flee. I suppose you could go buy the award on eBay. It should be under "things4u" they say. But don't hold me to that lad or lass. I'm just a little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Al, let's start with you. How would your acceptance speech go if the award came due?
That sounds most foul!
Even my colonoscopy
aka "Booty Lookie-See."
Where there were much faintings
when they found those cave paintings.
I will have to stop you there. No need to show us anything bare. Betty, tell all, don't be petty.
too funny with all your rhyme, do you talk in it all the time? do you even dream in it at night, if so, does it cause a fright?
I'm the one asking questions here. You get no cheer. Remembering Grace, why that sad look on your face?
HAHAHA I made a rhyme.
Darn, I just ruined it.
Okay! Moving on today. Gloria, how would your speech go at the award show?
Tarsier man is my favorite you know that
Wow, you like to monkey around. Hopefully he is bound. Theresa are you still whining about Halloween? Don't say something obscene.
Maybe Terry needs to separate from the dogs
Terry may not like that. At least you didn't compare her to a rat. Terry, any response from you for all to view?
Begone Worms!
One track mind. Bet she talks about her behind. I think you made Anne hurl with your worm whirl.
A flirty Worm Queen that drips pus and has weird sexual fantasies. Yep, there goes breakfast
I was right. Such a nasty sight. Keith, what about you, if you won at your zoo?
I may even forgo all appearances of manhood and loudly shout
Hmmm a cheerleader you say? Be quite the display. Betsy, have you come to your senses and put up some fences?
years ago
hairballs did grow
and a shock it is
that cold, between the toes biz.
Guess not. Eww foot rot. Brian, you have to have something to say, you always do anyway.
not much tap dancing there but surely a shock wave will echo out
Hmm care to guess what he's trying to confess? Rosey, you any better at this or is something amiss?
First thing I did was to scroll up and find out what Manzanita had to say about all of this!!
Hmm kind of off her rocker. What a shocker. Manzanita, I will let you speak, we would not want Rosey to scroll too far up for a peek.
Come near Me you wimpy trio
And I'll spit you all the way to Rio
You said you wanted sun and sand
You'll dance to a different kind of band
You'll spit on me? How nasty of thee. Alex, show your ninja skills, give the world thrills.
Makes me want to get some pills from the vet now. Violated by a worm is not the way I want to go.
So you want a vet so worms don't violate you like a pet? Good to know, away we go. Folklore are you ready? Puns can come steady.
Hey, second best ain't that bad.
Suck a slacker. If it was laundry you'd be an attacker. Hank, your turn. Make all feel the burn.
No.#1
Hmm Hank can't count to a higher amount. R, what about you. Any words before we are through?
Great Post!
R, I don't know. You may be the winner with that great response on our show. Truedessa, can you top R at your bar?
maybe, you could sell it on eBay
see what they have to say
Wow, you win. But that is such a sin. I am going to take your advice and sell it on eBay for a hefty price. You ruined it for everyone. You better run. They may hunt you down and that could make you frown. Robbie Raisin off to make a huge lump of dough, hope you enjoyed the show.
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Geez, look what Truedessa did at my sea. After all that interviewing she just made him flee. I suppose you could go buy the award on eBay. It should be under "things4u" they say. But don't hold me to that lad or lass. I'm just a little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 10, 2013
A dVerse Santa Affair At My Lair!
Today for dVerse we find Santa is perverse. He got his ho ho ho on and really proves he's a con. I suppose you are confused? Let's see if the cat can keep you that way while amused.
Gunafu of Color happened upon our path.
The weirdo was once more bringing wrath.
He wanted all to be white,
Even places with no snow in sight.
While he was confessing,
He said Santa gave his blessing.
So he took his magic brush,
And away he began to mush.
Gung and Ho showed their face.
Tarsier Man joined in on the race.
Drazin even watched from afar,
Waiting to hit them with his car.
We did not believe him.
Everything white would be a grim.
Sky, sea, buildings too,
All as white as the loo.
As long as it is clean.
But we'll skip that scene.
Then came a jolly sight,
It looked like Santa alright.
Tarsier Man stretched his ears,
Ready to leave Santa in tears.
Gung and Ho found their guy.
But he whipped them and made them cry.
Drazin seemed to have had enough.
He was also ready to get rough.
Santa must have gone insane,
Then we noticed Gunafu of Color petting his candy cane.
So many images there.
We'll leave them to you at your lair.
Drazin and Tarsier Man had to stop this fool.
Candy cane touching was uncool.
Tarsier Man gave off an energy wave,
Giving Santa a close shave.
Drazin threw Ho at him.
Making things even more grim.
He tripped Gung as he went to help.
Gung landed on Santa with a yelp.
Even the fat guy was no match for his size.
Gung squashed him like we do house flies.
Gunafu of Color tried to run.
But he knew his white world was done.
All year it would not look like snow.
Drazin literally made him eat crow.
Then dropped him in some yellow snow,
Made by, well you know.
He smashed his magic stick,
And that did the trick.
The weirdo crew went their own way.
With a flat Santa still on display.
We went and buried him though.
Litter should never show.
Even flat he was too heavy to put in the trash.
Plus he would have made a splash.
Was it the real Santa though?
If no presents come due, I guess you'll know.
The loons all came back. It has been a while at my shack. That just popped in and went with it at my bin. Hopefully no one touches your candy cane that you don't want to at your lane. Much rather have green grass than any of that white stuff near my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Gunafu of Color happened upon our path.
The weirdo was once more bringing wrath.
He wanted all to be white,
Even places with no snow in sight.
While he was confessing,
He said Santa gave his blessing.
So he took his magic brush,
And away he began to mush.
Gung and Ho showed their face.
Tarsier Man joined in on the race.
Drazin even watched from afar,
Waiting to hit them with his car.
We did not believe him.
Everything white would be a grim.
Sky, sea, buildings too,
All as white as the loo.
As long as it is clean.
But we'll skip that scene.
Then came a jolly sight,
It looked like Santa alright.
Tarsier Man stretched his ears,
Ready to leave Santa in tears.
Gung and Ho found their guy.
But he whipped them and made them cry.
Drazin seemed to have had enough.
He was also ready to get rough.
Santa must have gone insane,
Then we noticed Gunafu of Color petting his candy cane.
So many images there.
We'll leave them to you at your lair.
Drazin and Tarsier Man had to stop this fool.
Candy cane touching was uncool.
Tarsier Man gave off an energy wave,
Giving Santa a close shave.
Drazin threw Ho at him.
Making things even more grim.
He tripped Gung as he went to help.
Gung landed on Santa with a yelp.
Even the fat guy was no match for his size.
Gung squashed him like we do house flies.
Gunafu of Color tried to run.
But he knew his white world was done.
All year it would not look like snow.
Drazin literally made him eat crow.
Then dropped him in some yellow snow,
Made by, well you know.
He smashed his magic stick,
And that did the trick.
The weirdo crew went their own way.
With a flat Santa still on display.
We went and buried him though.
Litter should never show.
Even flat he was too heavy to put in the trash.
Plus he would have made a splash.
Was it the real Santa though?
If no presents come due, I guess you'll know.
The loons all came back. It has been a while at my shack. That just popped in and went with it at my bin. Hopefully no one touches your candy cane that you don't want to at your lane. Much rather have green grass than any of that white stuff near my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 9, 2013
The Ones We Need At Each Feed!
You know they have a gift basket for this and a gift basket for that, some cause bliss and some help when things go flat. But they do not have the ones we really need. Once again I have to help out at my feed.
Sorry, your brother is a moron.
Could put that right on the lawn.
Could swap the name out to.
So you can use it for anyone at your zoo.
It's not you it's me.
It would say it clearly.
Then no need to lie.
Bet it would go over well with a guy.
Sorry, I shot your foot.
That is just so well put,
That the NRA,
Would have a field day.
Go to hell.
That gift basket would be swell.
It could burn their hand.
Warning, might get sued in your land.
The pleasure was yours.
That will fly from the stores.
Don't you think?
As away you slink.
Happy rope hanging day.
Might go a long way.
A cheer squad,
When no one is there to applaud.
I won one million bucks,
But aww shucks.
All you get is this basket.
They may blow a gasket.
Congrats on weighing 300 pounds.
Will sure get plenty of sounds.
They may sound like a bull moose though.
So you may want to be out of range at your show.
I enjoyed the robbery.
Will prove the thief doesn't relate to snobbery.
The house may be bare,
But at least a gift basket is there.
The final one will have no sign.
Until the recipient eats the food that is divine.
Then they will find the note at the bottom.
I just poisoned you, enjoy your autumn.
Wouldn't those be a hit? I am on a roll at my pit. The cat should charge for these ideas at his barge. For they just come out in mass, much like the gas from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Sorry, your brother is a moron.
Could put that right on the lawn.
Could swap the name out to.
So you can use it for anyone at your zoo.
It's not you it's me.
It would say it clearly.
Then no need to lie.
Bet it would go over well with a guy.
Sorry, I shot your foot.
That is just so well put,
That the NRA,
Would have a field day.
Go to hell.
That gift basket would be swell.
It could burn their hand.
Warning, might get sued in your land.
The pleasure was yours.
That will fly from the stores.
Don't you think?
As away you slink.
Happy rope hanging day.
Might go a long way.
A cheer squad,
When no one is there to applaud.
I won one million bucks,
But aww shucks.
All you get is this basket.
They may blow a gasket.
Congrats on weighing 300 pounds.
Will sure get plenty of sounds.
They may sound like a bull moose though.
So you may want to be out of range at your show.
I enjoyed the robbery.
Will prove the thief doesn't relate to snobbery.
The house may be bare,
But at least a gift basket is there.
The final one will have no sign.
Until the recipient eats the food that is divine.
Then they will find the note at the bottom.
I just poisoned you, enjoy your autumn.
Wouldn't those be a hit? I am on a roll at my pit. The cat should charge for these ideas at his barge. For they just come out in mass, much like the gas from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 8, 2013
A Little Late Bait On Plate!
So dVerse thinks it can fool the cat by doing two things at once at their mat. Pfffft do you think those who need to take a holiday break could ever make me do a double take? Just had to get that in. So fun to do at my bin. So a wonderland advent today you say could be on display.
The cat slipped on down,
To the Wonderland town.
That rabbit hole is dirty.
I think some grasshoppers were flirty.
But they made a good snack.
In protein they don't lack.
Then I became a hopper.
A cat hopper that isn't a flopper.
I hopped to some queen.
She thought she was serene.
Her advent list,
Was to make a fist.
Off with your head.
Was all that was said.
Sorry, already snip snip.
So don't give me lip.
The bunny's only task.
If you even had to ask.
Was to get their early.
Otherwise he goes squirrely.
Get where you ask?
At the bar to fill his flask.
Yep, he is a drunk.
Can't you tell from his I'm late funk?
Some Mad Hatter guy,
Began to yell and cry.
He only shined one hat.
I squashed that one flat.
No, I did not stay for tea.
That stuff smelled like pee.
Maybe he forgot tea on his list,
So he literally got pissed?
Then there was Alice.
She had her own palace.
She was no shy girl.
She gave her hair a twirl.
Her list said visit the north pole.
Bring Santa down the hole.
I think she forgot the word rabbit.
Short hand can be a nasty habit.
Then there was a smiley cat.
The thing was rather fat.
He wanted his list to last.
So he said he would do nothing fast.
I had to hop along.
Too many a ding dong.
I sprung out of the rabbit hole.
Completing my dVerse goal.
I can't say those loons got the advent drift. They did not seem very swift. But then when you live in a rabbit hole I guess you develop the brains of a mole. Oh and just in case you want to know if my hopper power decided to pass, yep, as soon as I made that grasshopper come out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
The cat slipped on down,
To the Wonderland town.
That rabbit hole is dirty.
I think some grasshoppers were flirty.
But they made a good snack.
In protein they don't lack.
Then I became a hopper.
A cat hopper that isn't a flopper.
I hopped to some queen.
She thought she was serene.
Her advent list,
Was to make a fist.
Off with your head.
Was all that was said.
Sorry, already snip snip.
So don't give me lip.
The bunny's only task.
If you even had to ask.
Was to get their early.
Otherwise he goes squirrely.
Get where you ask?
At the bar to fill his flask.
Yep, he is a drunk.
Can't you tell from his I'm late funk?
Some Mad Hatter guy,
Began to yell and cry.
He only shined one hat.
I squashed that one flat.
No, I did not stay for tea.
That stuff smelled like pee.
Maybe he forgot tea on his list,
So he literally got pissed?
Then there was Alice.
She had her own palace.
She was no shy girl.
She gave her hair a twirl.
Her list said visit the north pole.
Bring Santa down the hole.
I think she forgot the word rabbit.
Short hand can be a nasty habit.
Then there was a smiley cat.
The thing was rather fat.
He wanted his list to last.
So he said he would do nothing fast.
I had to hop along.
Too many a ding dong.
I sprung out of the rabbit hole.
Completing my dVerse goal.
I can't say those loons got the advent drift. They did not seem very swift. But then when you live in a rabbit hole I guess you develop the brains of a mole. Oh and just in case you want to know if my hopper power decided to pass, yep, as soon as I made that grasshopper come out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
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