Pat Hatt's Blog, page 41

The Not So Perfect Ten At Our Den!

The cat was forced to upgrade. So not a fair trade. Damn you rainbow screen of death. Yep, our laptop took its last breath. Now away we must go with a Windows 10 show.

Open and glare.
A familiar affair.
At least one.
Power button is spun.

Revs up for you.
Goes through some loopdi loo.
Then pops the screen.
Look at that glean.

Nope, not gleam.
That too may beam.
Loads of crap you'll see.
Oh, look at me, look at me.

Free trials for this.
Giving brings bliss.
Like giving your wallet.
Hey, free's what we call it.

Now for the fun.
Search what can be spun.
It's so easy to do.
No need to boo hoo.

Old windows stuff.
Bah, that is just fluff.
Have to buy new.
Sorry, it is true.

We give the best.
Forget the rest.
It won't sync up.
Forget that hiccup.

Forgetting is the name.
The name of the game.
Time to use all over.
New tricks for an old rover.

Pin and like.
An easy hike.
Like and pin.
Take limited free trials for a spin.

Don't get in a funk.
Just adware and junk.
Bought the easy thing first.
Now let you wallet burst.

Don't you love all the added junk? Windows 10 can go kerplunk. But by the time this runs I'll be used to it. Hey, at least Windows 9 was a hit. Oops, forgot they were bad at math. I hope I don't suffer Microsoft's wrath. Do you enjoy Windows 10? Beats 8 at least at our den. But that isn't saying much with that pass. I hate when rainbow screens of death happen to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

We'll Partake In The Remake!

The cat will go remake today. Pffft and I'll turn into a toad the next time I play. But at least I can make fun. Time for an ode to the remake run. Don't you love them all? There are many you can add to your wall.

Ideas run dry.
But ideas still fly.
The idea of another.
An idea outing the other.

What made dough?
What will all know?
What has a brand?
Raise your hand.

We have this and that.
That was where it's at.
This was grand too.
Now two ideas are due.

Due out in a year.
There's nothing to fear.
The script's been done.
It's ready to run.

Slap in a name.
Add to the fame.
Pull it out of a crypt.
Blow the dust off the script.

The title returned.
Nothing needs to be earned.
Change the poster a bit.
This will be a hit.

Tickets for sale.
Hit the trail.
Critics don't matter.
Make the wallets fatter.

Money will be banked.
What? It tanked?
But it was a hit.
Years ago it was the it.

We retread the past.
We had a new cast.
The exact same beats.
Should shout in the streets.

We don't understand.
Years ago it was grand.
We'll have to make due.
Time for idea from idea number two.

Are you a remake lover? Are you a line shover? Do you run in at the sound of a name? Do you fall for the remake game? Reboot, redo, remake and prequels too. Oh, the movie to TV show is also in view. But at least ideas from ideas from ideas are still there. Otherwise the brain dead would get fired at their Hollyweird lair. Now I'm done with my remake sass. One will never remake, redo or reboot my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Take The Bait Kinda Fate!

Kinda's a word.Is it absurd?Were you baited?Could have been fated.
Or maybe not.Catch my plot?It will be caught.By a little or a lot.
Big or small.Short or tall.You'll get it all.Maybe by fall.
Now you're on task.Put down the flask.I didn't even have to ask.You yanked back the mask.
Baited by mind.Baited by a behind.A little rhyming one.Isn't baited fun?
Baited to stray.Baited to say.Baited at play.Have a nice day.
You can't?A worker ant?A baited nut?My, you're in a rut.
Baited by a cat.How about that?Beats a troll.One out for a stroll.
Or maybe not.They can't trot.Just stay inside.Mooch off Mommy with pride.
An idea for you.Baited came due.Take the bait.Cut the hate.
Do you get baited by trolls? Baited by unreasonable goals? Baited by the poor pitiful me? Did you get baited by we? Baited sure comes into play. Maybe that is why fishing is such a fun foray. Nope, still not fun for me. Never applies when that comes to be. Baited with ideas for a new book? Take that bait without a second look. But otherwise give baited a pass. Unless maybe you were baited by a lad or lass. Then I hope you have no gas. Leave that to my snip snip little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Isn't It Dandy When A Shotgun Is Handy?

Pat had to go this way and that the other day. Great Nanny wanted to go into the woods and play. Or look where relatives came from. Maybe she wanted a new chum? Beats me. But the dirt roads were rather creepy.

Found off the beaten path,The roads of Jason's wrath.Anything and everything a chap can think,As further into the roads you sink.
Trespassing allowed.Some stand proud.Pitchforks and toothless grins.Preening those butt chins.
The mind sure flows.Filled with Deliverance and banjos.Squeal like a pig?Rather dance a jig.
Reach the end of the road.Shotguns ready to unload.Big signs in your face.No trespassing is the case.
The squeaking of gates.The animals and their mates.Discovery channel eat your heart out.Was that a backwoods shout?
The hillbillies are coming.Their banjos are strumming.Turn and go back.Avoid such an attack.
More roads to try.They catch the eye.Houses with holes.Some rotting telephone poles.
Big basements in each.Torture chambers in reach.The road bumps along.Please car, hold strong.
No signal at the tone.Clutch that useless phone.A twist and a turn.A stomach may churn.
Eyes widen in fear.You may shed a tear.Hillbillies coming from behind.Pavement! Civilization of some kind.
Go into the scary woods lately at your sea? Pat is kinda dramatic with what came to be. Although one did have a shotgun handy. Getting that in the arse wouldn't have been dandy. Or maybe it was a stick. Hey, you can pick. We'll stay far away from hillbilly land. Dirt roads just aren't grand. Did you ever trespass on a no trespass? I'll avoid that too with my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

An Airplane Stand Across The Land!

The cat saw at Adam's sea the other day, for you a long long time when this post comes on display, that some were considering making people stand on a plane. We just have to go down that lane.

No need to drive.
No need for a train.
You'll most likely survive.
So just hop a plane.

Crammed as one.
Germs recycled and spread.
We aren't saying it's fun.
But gets you home to bed.

The seats are crammed.
The kids are whiny.
Your back may get rammed.
Some aren't so tiny.

You may shimmy and shake.
Maybe even hurl.
But make no mistake,
You should give it a whirl.

Point A to Point B.
Much quicker for thee.
And for an added fee
You can fly more comfortably.

But that's not all.
For an added fee,
You won't risk a fall.
We'll provide a seat for thee.

Otherwise enjoy our new space.
Room for that many more.
The mile high club you can embrace.
You're standing anyway as we soar.

The subway of the sky.
That will get cheers.
Loved by every girl and guy.
We'll squash any fears.

The plane will be loaded.
You'll have no room to fall.
Maybe even mats that are color coded.
Size matters to one and all.

And if we should crash.
You'll never know all the while.
There will be no dash.
You'll break you neck in a dog pile.

Don't you want to stand on a plane now? Doesn't that just make you want to fly somehow? Crushed by passengers through turbulence and such. My, that is a sales pitch by more than a touch. I think I'd rather drive. Better chance to survive. Now my ode to the standing in an airplane has come to pass. I think I'll go fly around the room with the power of my own little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Giving Out Air, I Swear!

Today we are giving you air. I guess humans don't have enough to spare. Maybe they are too full of hot air? Does it get hot at ones lair? Maybe they need snow. Can take it all from our show. Back to air and the human blare.

Lots of air.
Smoggy or not.
Go to the fair,
Get an airy plot.

The air head plight.
That comes to be.
Air takes flight.
Not stuck in thee.

That's right.
Let it out.
Smog's in sight.
Huff it about.

Maybe opposite of huff.
Don't want druggies to stir.
Can't huff and puff.
Sorry, Mr. Druggie, sir.

But no rotting flesh.
That is stinky as can be.
The air will be fresh.
At least that's what they tell me.

For no air around.
None can be found.
Take to ground.
Or maybe the pound.

Nah. No need.
Not one at all.
Let it take seed.
Have a ball.

It's coming.
Prepare for it.
Hear that drumming?
It's a hit.

A breath of fresh air.
It came to be.
Now air to spare.
All thanks to thee.

Did you pop a mint?
How is it fresh?
Is it a breath-y stint?
I guess things just mesh.

Is air from within you fresh? Does it come from your flesh? Does it recycle and renew? My, a breath of fresh air must come due. A due date for all. Breathe at your hall. Now release a big breath. Don't hold or you may bring death. Does it smell Febreeze fresh now? Does a breath of fresh air now raise an eyebrow? It sure does when the cat hears it come to pass. I will admit that no fresh air comes out my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

A Little Hike With Your Pal Like!

Don't you like like? He is smaller than you but bigger than a tyke. Or maybe he is a she. That beats the heck out of me. We are going far deeper than that today. Something like I dig and bury in every day.

The question of all.
It sure doesn't stall.
It comes from each.
A worldly reach.

Why do you like that?
Some think it scat.
Some think it boring.
Some would rather be snoring.

They why of like.
Like a volleyball spike.
Spiking people you dislike in the face.
My, that is a liking embrace.

Did I admit that?
Shame on Pat
We'll blame him.
I like that limb.

Some surely do.
They like the tree too.
They like the shade.
May even like the grass blade.

Some get all chop happy.
The tree makes them sappy.
Could literally I suppose.
If that's how the tree goes.

How do you like that?
The same of words spat.
How or why or how can or why do.
All variations from the same pile of goo.

Thought I'd use shit?
Did you like it?
How do you like that?
Deeper we go with scat.

I thought you'd like that.
Another loaded and ready to fire cat.
For you and me and she and he,
We are all different you see.

So you may have thought wrong.
Can be movie, book or song.
Can be dogs, cats, cars or bikes.
Likes span off and take many different hikes.

How many times have you asked that? Can you count that high of a stat? How many times has it been asked to you? I'm betting more than a few. How can you like blogging I bet even came due. Mostly from the 140 character limit Twitter crew. That and those Farcebook likers. My, there are plenty of like hikers. I guess I'll go back to picking on Cass. I like doing that with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

The Ever So Sweet Little Bitty Repeat!

The cat rants about movie remakes, reboots, redos and whatever else that starts with R. Great Post! Couldn't help myself at my sand bar. But what about the other repeat, repeat, repeat. All I want to do is delete, delete, delete.

Turn on the TV.
Give the radio a go.
So much to see.
That you know.

Are they still a thing?
I'm sure they are.
Do you give them a ring?
In the house or the car?

Chances are you did.
Chances may be you still do.
They put in a bid.
They get quite a few.

Rack up the bill.
Rack up the debt.
But play they will.
That's a safe bet.

Seen the cost.
Seen them played.
They should be tossed.
Or at least fade.

Times three just now.
Wow, what a sight.
They really wow.
I repeated at my site.

A repeat times two.
They got me now.
What will I do?
Give a third wow?

I'm in their clutches.
Save the cat.
Hit them with crutches.
Pelt them with scat.

That will work.
Nope, I guess not.
A fourth time perk.
Time for brain rot.

Here it comes again.
Are you ready?
The same ad at your den.
All day it comes steady.

Do you notice it on the radio or TV? Or do you tune them out and/or skip them with glee? Same friggin ad run 1000 times over. I'd rather deal with a butt sniffing rover. At least those I can swat. Of course I could turn off the whole lot. Which I always do. Just gave me a post at my zoo. Now that I've given the repeat ad some sass, I will go repeat a certain act in the litter box with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Here's A Tip With Much Lip!

The cat sees it here and there and everywhere. We have become quite aware. Maybe so aware we are unaware. Sure beats me at my lair. We've even given some. Must have been an off day for my rhyming bum.

Top tips.
Run those lips.
Or those fingers.
Tips sure lingers.

Tip: should be linger.
Don't give me the finger.
A double same rhyme.
Do that time to time.

A double use too.
Tip: don't need two.
Double means same.
Or something so tame.

Too and two.
Don't forget to.
Tip: they can be used to rhyme.
Cheating, but still sublime.

Tips from tips.
Just run my lips.
But my lips can't run.
Aren't idioms fun?

The bees knees.
No, please.
The mutts nuts.
Are you nuts?

The same rhyme.
Such a crime.
Tip: avoid it.
Bit by bit.

Did I cause the shits?
They can come out in bits.
Tip: not all things have bits.
Bit by bit may not create hits.

Tip: they make pills for that.
Imodium stops it flat.
Or maybe a butt plug.
A hole is sure dug.

Tip: ignore the butt plug thing.
Use at your own risk at your wing.
Tip: when it says that it is probably bad.
I'll accept tips in cash now at my pad.

Do you enjoy tips by the ton? Do you tip off everyone? Don't you love it when tips contradict other tips? Some tips must do back flips. Can you make back flips come to pass? I can sorta do it when I spring into the air with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

A Brand New Mate Could Be Your Fate!

The cat hasn't given you a chance at love for a while, and with the holiday coming I figured I'd turn that dial. So here we are with more nuts for you. I think it gets scary each time I view.

luv my pets like me
Hmm isn't that what they call freaky?
eat to impress
Sorry, no table cloths for a dress.

Gone for apples and butter
Doesn't that make ones heart flutter?
Built Ford Tough
So fix or repair daily some stuff?

Beer daze and knights
I think you went on one too many beer flights.
Here I am if you love
So if I like you move or shove?

Life is short not to spend it with someone
So it shrinks and prevents fun?
Want to be a chapter in my tell all book?
Do I get royalties and first look?

What a cute dog. Your okay to.
At least you spelled dog right at your zoo.
fishing4wheeling
Are you that hard up for tires you have to go a reeling?

Got Milk? How about a date?
Sorry, think you're looking for the wrong kind of mate.
The glass is alawys half dull.
Did it get picked at by a gull?

Say something in reference to how horny you are.
Hmm couldn't you just go to a bar?
I'm a profesional career.
You might want to look into that, dear.

Find happiness without
Who let the fortune cookie give a shout?
Be a fountain, not a drain.
Bah, stuck in fortune cookie lane.

Stay silver pony boy
Whatever brings you joy.
Taking a peak.
Damn, that will be hard to sneak.

Must love naps 3
Is that a new band not known to me?
The paranormal take up much of my space.
Should one carry a can of mace?

And there you go. You have plenty to choose from at your show. Any strike you as fun? Most make one want to run. But you could steal a peak with ghosts. Be a chapter in a book while another boasts. Don't they sound grand? Did I see a hand? I think I'd rather walk across glass. But I'll avoid that too with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.