Pat Hatt's Blog, page 33

The Search Is On For A New Dawn!

Or would it be the same dawn? Bah, don't think too much at your lawn. The dawn will make your lawn grow. Unless rain doesn't decide to show. I guess a crap shoot it is with the new dawn/lawn biz.

Time to look.
Need a new nook.
No enemies to be found.
We can avoid a hound.

Show us the cage.
Pay any wage.
We're set to go.
What? That's one's a no?

But it looks fine.
Works for the feline.
Oh, there'e mold.
Yeah, we're no longer sold.

That one is a dirt pit.
Okay, avoid that shit.
That one has neighbors from Hell.
We admit, it doesn't sound swell.

That one you know the neighbor next door.
They'll probably want you to do a chore?
Yep, avoid it like the plague.
Nope, we aren't being vague.

That one's an hour away from work.
That's so not a perk.
We'll starve if left that long.
So that one is all wrong.

That one hasn't a door.
We could go explore.
Says it will be on though.
Hmmm, we vote a hell no.

That one has bad reviews.
Sure sounds like they are bad news.
Not just one but ten.
Yep, we'll avoid that den.

That one won't take pets.
Pffft throw them in fish nets.
We'll pee on their head too.
Or maybe in their stew.

That one wants a high price?
Sorry, no dice.
Damn, maybe we won't go in the cage.
Before we go, we could die of old age.

Don't you love finding a new spot? All the obstacles, other crap, and rot? This will be move 19 for Pat, move 8 for Cassie and move 4 for the cat. By the time this runs we may already have a new welcome mat. But looking at the ads we have our doubts. Many have less ins and more outs. If Pat would rob a bank already of all its mass, then I could get my own spot for my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

A What's Name Kinda Game!

The cat goes by many. I may not respond to any. I may respond to them all. I guess it depends on who's giving the call. That and maybe if I care. I can be rather rude as I lick my ass at our lair.

What's in a name?
A question not tame.
One that may grow fatter.
No former, just latter.

Last and first.
The middle the worst.
The middle the best.
Is there a test?

A name tester.
Let that fester.
What if you fail?
Time to hit the trail?

Or the, Hey You!
That works too.
You can take your pick.
From asshole to dick.

Or go more.
A wanker encore.
Maybe whelmed will fit.
Or, Hey you little shit.

Would hey be first?
You little may be the worst.
Does that make shit the best?
Would it fail the name test?

A failing notion.
Named after an ocean?
Named after a dump?
At least it comes after a hump.

Or could come before.
A dreamers encore.
Go all hippy dippy.
Could get named all trippy.

Or just Trippy.
The tester may get lippy.
Or break out some weed.
What a name indeed.

Anything can work.
Even, Hey Jerk!
It may get confusing if you bale hay.
But let's not even get into spelling, okay?

Anyone out there named, Okay? That would be weird at ones bay. But sure some weird names about too. But we just proved you've got some weird ones at your zoo. Respond to "Hey You" or "Little ass" and you just gave the tester a pass. Or maybe a fail. We aren't sure if hay you bale. Thought I'd spell that bail? Nah, don't want to go to grammar jail. But both can be used as a name. If you can say it, it can be a name claim. Wouldn't it suck to get a name that was only a grunt? Your brain it may stunt. Don't you love going on about a name pass? Oh that thoughts that pop in to my appropriately named little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

A Bubble With Trouble!

Pat is back once more with a rhyming one at our shore. Those we don't mind. They work well for my rhyming behind. He also channeled some of me and went as random as can be.


Look at thatCharacters as random as the cat.Soap, Paperball, Toothpick, Wiener, Flea, and Eight.That sure makes a date.

And as you embrace,We can't forget Ace.In he runs.Got any puns?

And look at the bubble.Do they spell trouble?That they mayWhere did they stray?

A number in the sky.Oh me, oh my.Nine must be a jealous box.Bubbles have no locks.
Click Here For A Peer!Click Here For A Print Peer!
They came in a huddle to play in their puddle, but they found Soap already there with no room to spare. He would not let them play and enjoy their puddle on a sunny day. Now they must lift Soap's ban and come up with a plan.
Can they break Soap's hold on their puddle? Will Soap allow them to cuddle? Can Paperball save the day? Did you know a wiener wanted to play? Come and pop Soap's bubble and find out all about the puddle trouble.
Wanted to see how random I could go. It all worked out with a random show. They sure want that puddle. Too bad Soap doesn't want to cuddle. And now number 123 has come to pass. 124 will be here soon from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Another Go To For Many In View!

The I don't have time we've given a chime. That one is bull. Like the one about luck being not so full. Both are excuses more than a bit. Here's another that's full of shit.

Here we go.
Time to play.
Run to and fro,
Each and every day.

Or fro and to.
Been there as well.
Is that true?
Does it raise hell?

Shouldn't do that.
Nope, not one bit.
But chew that fat.
Have that fit.

Can't recall.
Can't remember.
So it will stall.
Can't ask a member.

Can't go and look.
That won't do.
Hook or by crook,
You have to moo.

Guess it beats baa.
Barnyard today.
Well la de da.
There you stay.

Can't take a step.
Can't even see.
Blind with no pep.
Or too busy a bee.

Busy looking at Farcebook.
That is sooo great.
Could write a book,
But that's not your fate.

Fate is to sit.
Fate is to stare.
Maybe throw another fit.
Pull out some hair.

And why is that?
Why is it fated?
Because an excuse is baited,
Which is, that's too complicated.

Do you use that one? Is it really a complicated run? Are you making a mountain out of a mole hill? Now that may fit the bill. Complicated that may be to do. But not crap the equivalent of tying your shoe. Surgery, car repair, picking the right ass wipe, they all can be complicated. Hint: 2 of 3 of those for complicated are baited. If you can't pick the 1 of 3 that came to pass. You may need to uncomplicate things like my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

In They Look For A Toy I Took!

Those intruders were trying to steal my toys. That sure brings me no joys. Yeah, joys times two. They just bring it out in me at our zoo. They aren't getting my stash. I have to hide them in a flash.




Hmm, this one is rough.I'll do the other stuff. Not like they can run away with it.They'll drop it after a hit.

Stop watching me. Look the other way tubby she.I'll make you pay.You don't get to play.

No grumpy look.Go away from our nook.Pat won't let me bother you. But go and get a new view.

I suppose that works.Your head blocks the other jerks.They'll never find my toys. I'll stop them from ruining my joys.

Cassie, avert thy ears.Pretend it is vacuum gears.I never knocked anything down. You can share if it won't make you frown.

All better now.I sit proud with a meow.No one will find a single toy.I won't fall for any ploy.

 Cassie, don't let them in.That so isn't a win.Keep the tubby one out.Geez, you are cut off from any trout.

Stay, you tubby cat.Don't bring in your fat.I'll whack you in the head.Stay on that messy bed.

Stay like her.You and your fur. I'll need another gate.I'm not a sharing mate.

What? No toys here.Nope, they aren't near.I'm not playing at all. I just pooped out that nearby furry ball.
Ever have to hide your toys at your sea? Have intruders tried to steal them from thee? That is never a nice thing to come due. What? I'm a mean cat at our zoo? Bah, I'm nice to Cass and the old fart. Pat makes me with the last part. But two out of whatever gives me a pass. So says the math of my toy hogging little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

This Adds Two To The Goal That Came Due!

The cat is mouthier than even he thought. For we go on and on a lot. At least no on and on in super small print. Hey, there is also no tint. No matter what though, today makes 2 extra on the go. 2 extra what? You should know by now at my hut.

2 extra days.
Get out of your daze.
I cheated to rhyme.
Such a fun time.

2 extra hours.
Is that super powers?
2 extra hours to the day.
Hmm could use that at my bay.

2 extra cars.
Are you on Mars?
Who wants that?
Maybe one if a tire's flat.

2 extra cats.
Are you dingbats?
The cat won't share.
I'm mean, what do I care?

2 extra dogs.
Sorry, no brown logs.
Although Pat may not have to scoop.
One could come and eat the poop.

2 extra towers.
We'll take those over hours.
But nope, sadly not.
Only two at our plot.

2 extra books.
Plenty for looks.
Sure two more may come.
Unless we get dead, busy, slow, or dumb.

2 extra replayings.
Does this look like Al's displayings?
No remakes for us.
Blue may fuss.

2 extra guesses.
Your mind in messes?
It's easy to recall.
Look at the wall.

Down on the left.
There is no theft.
Just shows not a one has been missed.
Today 7 years without missing a day has been kissed.

Not that the cat would kiss. On those germs we'll take a miss. But our goal was only 5 years with no missing and now 7 years have come with our daily hissing. Will we ever go back to the old way at our bay? The post whenever for a display? Bah, the 6 years in a row post hasn't even hit yet. So no is a safe bet. Being a year and 13 days ahead, at least when we wrote this, in mass, sure makes it seem like we may hit 10 years without missing a day with our little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Off The Go At Our Show!

The cat will ask you today a question you've heard many say. What's going on? Don't you love that con? Two questions in one. Can you guess what is going to be spun?

What's going on?
A dusk to dawn.
Or dawn to dusk.
Maybe has a musk?

Beats little old me.
But it comes to be.
A be for you.
A be without a clue.

What's going on?
One big con.
The con of all.
A con that won't stall.

Is that ongoing?
A going on showing?
Going on ongoing.
Going you are towing.

But what if...
What if you're stiff?
What if you aren't going?
Get the con that's showing?

What's going off?
Come, don't scoff.
It may be worse.
But then wouldn't you curse?

Curse and swear.
Tell each pair.
What's going off is bad.
On is usually good at one's pad.

But off is still called on.
My, what a con.
Off the rails yet on.
Like a goose pretending to be a fawn.

Does that fly?
Nope, not in the sky.
Can yet can't.
Such a slant.

For it's going off.
Maybe has a bad cough.
But off isn't on.
Off is on's pawn.

So the cat will repeat the first question treat. What's going off? Did your head fall in a horse trough? That would be off indeed. Do you get it at your feed? When things are on they are good. So what is going on means only speak good things at your hood. What is going off is the bad. Now the distinction is had. Now if an elephant is on you and turning you into a gooey mass, then we'll say what's going on with our little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Reach And Grab It For A Habit!

The cat has heard this a time or two, followed by a boo hoo. Some human wanted to do something at their sea, but it was too much work for it to come to be. Pfffft work? I don't think some know the meaning of the word, which they probably think is a perk.

I have a habit.
Like some lucky rabbit.
It may not be humping,
But in with it I am lumping.

Like it or lump it.
Just don't hump it.
That may get you in jail.
That sure is a big fail.

I have the habit of stopping.
That makes things a flopping.
Stop before I go.
That sucks, you know.

I'll blame that habit.
That's why I can't nab it.
My habit is all to blame.
Bad habit should be my middle name.

I have good habits too.
Regularly I use the loo.
That keeps me going.
So I can stop each showing.

But I want more.
I don't want a repeat encore.
Oh, there it is again.
My habit surfaced at my den.

It can't be beat.
I may as well retreat.
It can't be stopped.
Another thing I flopped.

I have a habit of repeating.
That is ever so fleeting.
But I do it anyway.
It is in my DNA.

It crawled right in.
There it sits not letting me win.
It refuses to stop.
A habit I can't drop.

Oh, I want to do that.
But it might go splat.
Actually it will.
My habit won't chill.

Ever blame things on a habit instead of reaching out to grab it? Pfffft is what we say. There is no habit in your DNA. You created that habit at your sea and it can be broken by thee. Then you can do what you want and make better habits at your haunt. You just have to let the better habit take form and give it time to become the norm. Then the bad habit can go the way of bad gas. You can pass it out and be on your merry way like my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

The Right To Wrong Plays Along!

Did this post go right? I guess we shall see when it comes to light. Or at least comes to light for me. Even when there is no light to see. I guess there is the sun. Hmm maybe it just went wrong a ton.

This is how it goes.
There is highs and no lows.
That is how it is.
All pop and no fizz.

At least so you're told.
At least on what your sold.
At least now in your mind.
Until you strike the great find.

Many things are dandy.
Happy as a kid with candy.
Many other things are not.
Can create quite the plot.

It didn't turn out.
You scream and shout.
What a waste.
No copy and paste.

Learned all wrong.
Sing a song.
A song not fun.
Fluckity fluck may get a run.

And so it goes.
The wrong of it glows.
What went wrong?
You played along.

Why did you fail?
Bah, hit the trail.
Who needs to know why?
The stupid salesmen, package, etc. does lie.

A brand new stream?
Go play on another team.
When you fail, you fail.
Nothing to do but wail.

Things are supposed to be sunny.
I shouldn't have to waste money.
Or just waste my time.
That thing can go suck a lime.

Now rinse and repeat.
Left in more defeat.
It lied once more.
I give up at my shore.

Do you get frustrated when things don't turn out the way you want? Do they kind of sit in your brain and taunt? Or do you see it as a new way and try again at your bay? At least that is one way of not knowing and you got something that can lead to another showing. No need to rant all day rather crass. Instead keep on keeping on like my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Time To Confess The Impress!

The cat will confess that he aims to impress. Aims to impress myself and a few. See how far we can go at our zoo. Stretch our skill. That fits the bill. But to one and all. Pffft I'd rather play with a dog's slobbery ball.

Let's impress.
A game of chess.
This takes that.
Adding that stat.

That takes this.
Nothing is amiss.
The game of impress.
More not less.

Impress the bimbo.
Go do the limbo.
Impress the drunk.
Get in a funk.

Impress the vendor.
Buy a blender.
Impress the boss.
Eat some moss.

Impress the plumber.
Pile some lumber.
Impress the owner.
Put in computer toner.

Impress the bum.
Shine up their thumb.
Impress the nearest baby.
Change a diaper? Maybe?

Impress a cat.
Hmm can't do that.
Impress a dog.
Give it a brown log.

Impress a gamer.
Beat up a hall of famer.
Impress a chimp.
Prove you're a wimp.

Impress a tree.
Take a pee.
Impress a banker.
Don't call them a wanker.

The game of chess.
A game of impress.
Impress them all.
Stand so tall.

Do you strive to impress bystanders too? Like those that don't know, maybe never will, or don't want to know you? Instead of impressing those that matter, you go all impress all like some star batter? Doing stupid things to get that impress? That can leave you in a mess. Impress those that deserve it and screw the rest. I'm sure the butcher doesn't care you passed a 2nd grade test. But then again, you may learn how to shoot the glass. That may impress Hans but not my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.