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December 22, 2018

A Risky Post At My Coast!

Today the cat will risk it and post. I mean the NSA may not like me at my coast. They may throw me in a hole. Save me though if that is their goal. I'd have no litter box in there. That wouldn't be fair.

You are at risk.
Should I go tisk tisk?
Maybe a tisket a tasket?
Hey, it rhymes with casket.

You can pre-buy those.
They have them sat in rows.
But that we have done.
I don't want to risk a repeat run.

I may get slapped.
Maybe even trapped.
Trapped with alien bears.
They would have no hairs.

I'd risk going blind.
It would be one of a kind.
Then I'd be lunch.
I can just hear the crunch.

I went off track.
I guess I risked it at my shack.
Or did I risk making a point?
Do I ever risk those at my point?

It could be risky to do.
I may risk a few.
Now I just ignoring you.
Whatever is a cat to do?

Yeah, I risked that.
A question from the cat.
You did risk coming here.
Zombie feet could have been near.

You risked turning the computer on.
You risked falling for a con.
That email from King Abubu looks mighty fine.
Don't risk it and risk trusting the feline.

You also risked shock.
You risked slipping on a sock.
You risked smacking your head.
You risked all when you got out of bed.

You risked it and what?
Nothing at your hut.
Damn, it was ever so risky though.
I think I'll risk ending this flow.

Do you ever think things too risky when they are not? Did you know you could wake up, fall over, and begin to rot? All it takes is tripping and whacking your head. Then oopsy, you're dead. You risk that every single day. Yet you still go out to play. Or maybe to work. The latter isn't a perk. I risked instilling fear with this post in each lad and lass. No need to thank my risky little rhyming ass.

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Published on December 22, 2018 03:00

December 21, 2018

A Revive This That You Can't Miss!

The cat is going to bring back the dead. Yep, you heard what I said. I'll do the hokey pokey and spin all about. I think that is what gets it out. Heck, I don't really know. It works on such and such a show.

Time to revive.
Can't get out alive.
But can be brought back.
Even after a heart attack.

Did that you know?
May not work on a crow.
It also may not work on you.
You need to have a whole crew.

Throw in lots of dough.
Then a reviving you can go.
Back to top form.
Hey, it's the norm.

You see it every day.
They bippity boppity boo away.
Then they bippity boppity boo back.
Their hocus pocus sure don't lack.

The fanny pack returns.
Out it churns.
Grab it while it lasts.
Could go into past blasts.

Like the flip of the blast.
Blast from the past.
That saying may be revived.
Or another that never survived.

Oh look, a show.
It's one people will know.
Let's throw out the dough.
We'll add in so and so.

A movie or three.
Another show for thee.
Why not make that three?
We will revive with glee.

No doctor needed.
No medical supplies are deeded.
Just bring it back.
Our reviving doesn't lack.

Hmm we revived a non dead thing?
No zombies for a fling?
Damn, how does that count?
Who cares, we revived a high amount.

Do you love the revivals going on? On your screen many sure do dawn. How can you revive something that was never alive though? Is there a trick to reviving non-living things that we don't know? Do we even really want to know? Maybe that would be a no go. Soon they may even revive the singing bass. At least no one will go reviving my never ending little rhyming ass.

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Published on December 21, 2018 03:00

December 20, 2018

This Post Will Differ From A Butt Sniffer!

A different post will come to be. It will be a boring one from Pat at our sea. Yeah, and I'm a rhyming dog. But we will let differ be a hog. For it shall not. Differ will be proven not to be so hot.

This post will differ.
I mentioned the butt sniffer.
I guess I ruined that.
Same rhyme at my mat.

No, no remake.
It differs from that partake.
I used it right.
Differ has bite.

Or maybe not.
Know of the remake plot?
Know of my hate?
Why would differ need to mate?

Wouldn't it just be no?
Differ need not be given a go.
Differ becomes filler.
Like a background guy in Thriller.

Was there even any?
Beats me if one or many.
This isn't a music post.
It differs from that at my coast.

Common sense was had.
You know it differs at my pad.
That filler cropped back in.
We can't let differ win.

This movie differs from that one.
One aliens come and blow things up a ton.
The other a cartoon frog hops into a pond.
Nothing happens beyond.

Hmm differ is still stuck.
What the fluck?
It sure isn't whelmed.
Over and under differ when helmed.

Isn't that the point?
A differ with over and under at any joint?
I beg to differ.
I really must be a butt sniffer.

Now differ is begging.
Next it will be bootlegging.
Then it will go to jail.
There differ will surely fail.

Do you beg to differ with me? Are you a differ user at your sea? Did you know differ was just filler? Were you a background guy in Thriller? Do you differ things that are obviously different things? Like a worm and a bird with wings. Of course they differ like an ant and the singing bass. I won't beg to differ that, or much, if anything, else with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.
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Published on December 20, 2018 03:00

December 19, 2018

Going In For The Kill That May Not Thrill!

The kiddies may be out after the cat. I can't have hair pullers where we are at. I may have to lock the door. I did something they may hate at our shore. Bah, it was fun and had to be done.


Cassie found it first.But I wanted to make it burst.That thing looked good to eat.I could chew the corners off some sweet.

Then came the scare.Cassie gave it a glare.I thought it dumb.Time to kill the merry chum.

Hmm how is it in there?Oh what do I care.I'll rip and tear.All is fair.

Nope, he doesn't have balls.Can't go decking any halls.I know what it is like.Snip snip makes those balls take a hike.

You'll lose that hat.I'll squash it flat.Don't go jingling bells.Tough love sells.

Don't play dead.Off with your head.That beard has got to go.It is itchy, don't you know.

Back to the hat.I must have that.Rip and tear.I bet you have no hair.

Stop singing to me.I have no glee.I don't want to watch out.I'll make you pout.

Yay, he's dead.Nothing else is said.Now let's see about this box.Good thing it has no locks.

How rude is this?Came back for more bliss.I was taking a nap.I have to end this chap.

Open, you stupid thing.I know you are on a spring.Don't hide from me.I'll make you fly free.

I told you so.This singing has got to go.I don't like watching out for fat guys.They can crush you, word to the wise.

So here it is.This singing biz.I'll end it.Rip it just a bit.

Just a bit more.Got it at my shore.You will sing no more.Time I ended your merry lore.

No box for you.I'll shake you until you turn blue.This is so merry to me.So merry that I'll do it for free.
Yep, I killed that magic fat guy. He wasn't really that spry. He popped out of that box and tried to dance. I would have none of such a prance. I yanked him out and made him pay. Kill any Santas at your bay? Did you know Santa was neutered too? Damn, no wonder a creepy fat guy can come into any zoo. He can't do a thing. Up nothing shall spring. Now I'll go back to making sure he is dead with another pass. Can't have things springing up on my little rhyming ass.

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Published on December 19, 2018 03:00

December 18, 2018

Ask You Don't Or Like You Won't!

There are things that you never ask. They are something that may lead to a task. You don't want any of those. The cat will let you in on them so you don't strike an "oh no" pose.

Things to do.
Things to get done.
Some told to you.
Some given a run.

Then you finish.
Then you smile.
Your hope may diminish,
Things can turn vile.

Why is that?
You open your yap.
You chew that fat.
So comes another trap.

Is there anything else I can do?
Oh, I have one or two.
You just gave me a clue.
Thanks for your words so true.

You can do this.
You can do that.
You bring such bliss.
You're where it's at.

What else is there?
Did you ask me?
You really do care.
I have something you should see.

It will only take a day.
Two days at most.
I have to go away.
You deserve to boast.

Is that it?
That's all you did?
Are you sure that's a hit?
Did tasks get hid?

Oh, thanks for asking.
Is there anything else for you?
Sure, I know you're good at multi-tasking,
So I've got plenty more for you to do.

It will only take a week.
You are so nice for asking.
Your work will never peak.
Excuse me while in the sun I go basking.

Do you ever ask that? Anything else or what else where you are at? That usually leads to plenty more. We avoid that at our shore. What else can I say to you? Oh, I've got plenty more to come due. What else do you want? I have plenty more posts that may taunt. Look, I'm ahead of your what else stuff. I guess it doesn't always end up rough. I will go before anything else comes to pass. I don't want to be too much of a mouthy little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.
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Published on December 18, 2018 03:00

December 17, 2018

A Label Making Kinda Faking!

The cat will label you all today. Or at least label things at play. Labels are everywhere. We need them at our lair. They are so trendy. Some even come out bendy.

A label for me.A cat you see.A label for you.A human for view.
That's the words.They come in herds.Saying not showing.Out they are flowing.
This is a door.A label that says no more.This is a floor.Again, says no more.
This is a wall.The label says it all.This is the ceiling.This label has feeling.
Need I do more?I must go explore.You just have to know.No. These labels don't glow.
This is a post.You'll like it most.That is a happy feeling.A bit better than the ceiling.
This is a toilet.Did the label spoil it?This is a hair.Bald people may stare.
This is a handle.Less intriguing than a candle.This is a window.The label still doesn't glow.
This is a switch.Label shows which is which.Don't mess it up with the wall.Two labels for all.
This is a cat.I know you know that.This is gas.The label blew off with its mass.
Have you ever seen anything labeled that was just lame? Did you really need to know such a claim? Oh, this is a wall. Umm, err, okay, I didn't think it was a bathroom stall. It's good though that I labeled myself a cat. I wouldn't want anyone thinking that I'm a unicorn where we are at. My labels my turn out rather crass. But at least they'd be fun from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
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Published on December 17, 2018 03:00

December 16, 2018

A Dictate That With The Cat!

This is what you have to do. This is what has to be done at my zoo. I don't care who you are. I don't care if you have a car. This is what you MUST do. I will dictate it to you.

You must read each word.
You must flip off a bird.
You must eat with a finger.
You must let your eyes linger.

You must comment with 1000 words.
You must flip off more birds.
You must make sure they are geese.
You must never use meese.

You must kiss a toad.
You must carry a heavy load.
You must go to that spot.
You must find that spot or rot.

You must find they.
You must roll in hay.
You must jump in a hoop.
You must never tramp in goop.

You must set a fire.
You must never aspire.
You must let your eyes go cross-eyed.
You must never run and hide.

You must seek things.
You must strap on wings.
You must go back to the geese.
You must now use meese.

You must never cancel out.
You must never eat a trout.
You must eat fleas.
You must avoid the breeze.

You must follow my logic.
You must never do anything neurologic.
You must ignore when I cheat rhyme.
You must ignore it every time.

You must never go wacky.
You must wear things that are tacky.
You must lick a yellow door.
You must never do a chore.

You must ignore this.
You must have bliss.
You must think I'm insane.
You must never whack people with a cane.

Don't you love my dictation? Doesn't it cause you elation? Are you a dictator at your sea? No wiggle room for anyone near thee? That would drive the cat bonkers. Like those stupid horn honkers. Yeah, we here you but the traffic is still slow. They can get flipped more than a crow. You can dictate that. Trust the cat. Now that my dictation is through for you, class, you can leave whatever you want for my little rhyming ass.

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December 15, 2018

In The Works From Many Clerks!

The cat will let you in on things today. You may even want to give them a replay. A re-read maybe that should be? I'll leave that up to thee.

I'm not working.
No driving or clerking.
But things are still there.
In the works, so beware.

How can it be in?
Do they stand or spin?
What are they in?
What is they at one's bin?

Should that be who?
I'll answer it for you.
It is in the works.
That saying has perks.

A year later and not done.
I was out having fun.
Vague it can be.
But it's in the works for thee.

I promised more.
You need something to give an encore.
So I searched far and wide.
This will make you beam with pride.

A blog post is in the works.
Boy, this does have perks.
Your blog has a post in the works.
Even if you are one of those "great post" jerks.

A sequel is in the works.
That ought to get some smirks.
A remake is also in the works.
It may add one or two new quirks.

News is in the works.
Mostly they'll talk about jerks.
Commercials are in the works.
Actually nearby it lurks.

Stuck in your head is in the works.
Hey, jingles have perks.
Have to feed those clerks.
Hmm so in the works?

Wouldn't it already be out?
If you can hear the shout?
So would that be out of the works?
That just killed all the perks.

Do you have anything in the works? Can it be in the works if you aren't working and instead out enjoying life's perks? What kind of working is actually being had? Do all these questions about working make you mad? Don't worry, I have another post in the works. It will have my same old quirks. I may throw in a new one or go super crass. Probably not though, with my quirky little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.
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December 14, 2018

Done Yet Not Has A Plot!

The cat is done posting. Yep, all done where we are hosting. I'm done, I say. Don't tell me another way. I said I was done. Can't you see today's run?

I'm done. I'm done.
Now time for fun.
Jump and cheer.
Wiggle that rear.

The laundry is done.
I've washed every one.
The dishes are done.
I've taken my run.

I've used the loo.
Cleaned the litter box too.
Did the shower.
Paid the bill for power.

Oh hell, I paid them all.
Bills are done at my hall.
I've watched some TV.
I've slept at my sea.

I've decorated the tree.
I've finished writing to thee.
I'm done cooking.
I'm done cat video looking.

I'm done. I'm done.
Now time for fun.
Jump and cheer.
What? How can that be near?

More laundry to do?
But done shined through.
More dishes to wash?
Oh my gosh.

I still have to go.
That I should really know.
More bills to pay?
But I did that the other day.

The cat buried more shit?
Damn, can't that stop it?
The tree needs to be decorated again next year?
Why oh why wasn't that clear.

I'm not done. I'm not done.
Where is my fun?
I can't leap and cheer.
Is that more dishes to fear?

Ever say you are done like it is a final run? Yeah, that will never come due. Sorry, always dishes and laundry at your zoo. Unless you eat off the floor and become a nudist at your shore. Then you may get rid of two of those. Could let you strike a happy pose. I never said I was done for good. I said I was done at my hood. Done this post and it's done yet not done sass. You can't stop my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.
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December 13, 2018

The Christmas Date For A Merry Mate!

The cat will help you out once more. I know you may need someone in which to explore. There are a few here to choose from for you. Heck, you may even get two. I pity you, if that is true.

I am looking for someone who will accent my life
Would that be British or French or Jamaican to avoid strife?
rather go out and adventure into the woods for hours then go out on a date
Wowee, you know going into the woods never ends well, right, mate?

Fun loving girl! Enjoy the brighter side of life :D Fun loving girl!
We got it the first time that you gave it a whirl.
Just broke up with my by of 2 yrs. Ready to get my feet wet again
So you stopped walking by deserts at your den?

Back in town, working.
Out of town, clerking.
Want to know more just shoot me 
Anywhere specific on thee?

Low stress and high energy, patient
If you don't get your pills do you get impatient?
want to love the way a harmonica does
I think I'll pass on slobber just because

I would much rather start with coffee and small chit chat rather than sex
So the option is there to umm flex?
No need to tell anything unless we meet
Didn't I just bump into you on the street?

Please have pics of you message me
That sounds counterproductive at my sea.
I want you to want me
And I want a lottery winning spree.

Send me pics of your dog
Pffft here's one of the cat's brown log.
I'm open to dateing, but not really rushing into it
Do you flip flop a bit?

Outdoors. Gym. Work. 
Chores. Earthworm Jim. Perk.
I'm a lot to handle but that's why u have 2 hands.
Also I have two fingers to flip off demands.

Married woman looking to meet new friends.
Anyone want to guess how this ends?
I GET ANGERY WHEN GUYS JUST WANT SEX
Damn, are you the Hulk under some kind of hex?

Stop using fake pics
Can you tell the fakes with a few clicks?
I like420Animals
I suppose it beats 420cannibals.

See any that you like? Maybe love could strike. They could help you out and you could catch a trout. They say plenty of fish and all of that. Don't you love the cat? I'm here helping you each day. At least today at my bay. There may be one or three there for you. What's a married woman to do? Yeah, on that we always take a pass. These are all scary to my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.
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Published on December 13, 2018 03:00

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