Pat Hatt's Blog, page 43

At This Time You Get A Rhyme!

Unless the cat screws with you. Then it may go a minute early at our zoo. Or every hour on the hour. Maybe we post two in one day with some screw up power. But still we show and on time in a row.

Time to meet.
A meet and greet.
On this street.
Isn't that neat?

An hour later.
Stuck in a crater?
No, just slow.
Whatever though.

Set a date.
Up to plate.
Time to meet.
Can't be beat.

Well into the fray.
Not today.
Maybe tomorrow.
Time we can borrow.

Ready to come.
Wow, great chum.
Be there in five.
Take the dive.

Five hours I meant.
Come now, don't vent.
You are just fine.
No need to whine.

In and out.
What it's about.
That will be the way.
Hear what I say.

Not even an in.
Out took a spin.
Didn't even show.
A line to toe.

Toe the line?
Pffft not this feline.
One gets the finger.
It may linger.

Linger we won't.
Linger we don't.
Can't show on time,
Go suck on a mime.

Are you a slacker? A very slow packer? Say and then don't? Show up on time you won't? Pffft you'll see no cat around. We won't be found. Gotta love people who take their time and then act like everything should be sublime. You'll never have to wait with us. Unless we get behind a slow going bus. Or go off a cliff. Maybe run into Biff? Manure may even get less sass than such humans from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Better For You..Yep..Really..Times Two!

This post is for you. It is so true. It is so much better. Just read every single letter. Read and read as it takes seed. I guess it all takes seed at once when you see it. But as I type it comes bit by bit. Forget that. Read away where you're at.

This is for you.
It is the best.
Every word is true.
You have such zest.

You'll be a perfect fit.
You'll work the best.
You are the shit.
You pass the test.

No test taken.
You are that good.
We aren't mistaken.
That should be understood.

All about you.
Nothing for we.
That is soooo true.
Focus on thee.

Shift the focus?
Bah, don't go there.
No hocus pocus.
Don't you dare.

We have none applied?
We are in desperation mode?
We may have lied?
We sold you a load?

We want you to do crap?
We don't want to tell?
We made our lips flap?
We gave a hard sell?

But it's all about you.
There is no we.
You haven't a clue.
Only we is you, me and thee.

A repeat times two?
See how much we love you?
It is so true.
Love like super glue.

We can't get another?
Bah, forget that.
We're just like your mother.
You're the best cat.

Pffffffffffft is what we say. Followed closely by a no friggin way. Can you see desperation when it is about? We can sure pick it out. Applied for one job and they tried to get us to do another one. The one that got applied to by no one. And for crap pay. So we went on our way. If that desperate they can pay more. Ever get super desperate at your shore? On that we'll hopefully forever take a pass. I wouldn't be a very good desperate little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Here Today It's The Possible Way!

The cat wants to win the lottery because then we can take up pottery. Like you really believe that. But hey, it rhymes and doesn't fall flat. And still possible to do. A ticket just needs to be bought at ones zoo. Not probable though, so save your dough.

Here we sit.
Full of wit.
Full of shit.
Either or for it.

Both come out.
Both can pout.
Create it that is.
A possible biz.

One is all but sure.
It has but only one cure.
The other more pure,
As it has an allure.

A step out the door.
Time to explore.
May find a nut.
May find the treasure of King Tut.

Squirrels may stare.
What do you care?
No need to quit early.
Let the squirrels get squirrely.

Wish to write.
A thought at night.
Wishing upon a star,
Won't get you far.

The star is dead.
All in your head.
Whoops, bad me.
I crushed the dreams of thee.

Should I say good?
As well I should.
Now reality kicks in.
Possible to probable takes a spin.

You actually write.
Words take flight.
A book is born.
Grew like corn.

And out it came.
Can make the claim.
Unlike the shit,
Possible if only you do it.

Did you follow the cat? You can do nothing and it is 100% possible you will take a strat. But that doesn't apply to much else out there. Much is possible if you do it at your lair. Without the do the whole "anything is possible" is the equivalent of poo. Do and possible is at hand. Unless you try to fly with no plane across the land. Then you may become a flat sidewalk mass. You were warned by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Don't Float Like A Goat On A Boat!

Look at that. What a clever cat. Yeah, stroking my own ego there as I used a book title in a blog title at my lair. A double win. Okay, now I'll go back to giving a new rhyme a spin.

A stubborn goat.
A sinking boat.
One may gloat.
The other may float.

Both take note.
In the same boat.
A boat of note.
Full of goat and gloat.

Happy to float.
Float in a boat.
Happy to quote,
Some ego bloat.

To bloat and float.
A glutton goat.
A larger boat.
That's all she wrote.

Or maybe he wrote.
Equal opportunity take note.
No Murder She Wrote.
That remake can't float.

What's with the float?
What's with the goat?
What's with the bloat?
Should I just quote?

Quote a goat.
Quote a boat.
The Alba Varden note?
Does that get your vote?

Brain gone to moat?
Blame the goat.
Grab your throat.
You didn't float.

Sank with no bloat.
Don't have gloat.
Hit a new note.
No stubborn goat.

Floating to float,
Hitched to a boat.
Swimming of note.
A new vision to quote.

Did the cat make sense? Are you still on the fence? It may poke you in the bum. That is just a warning, chum. You can sink, you can swim or you can float. Hint: the first two are the only of note. You float along with the goat in a boat wearing a coat, you learn nothing of note. Do you just float? Sink or swim and jump from the boat? Boy, the cat must be full of gas. I can just float into the air with my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

A Polite Kinda Not Right!

Do you humans listen to yourselves some days? Your brains must be lost in a maze. At least if you go literal to one and all. Maybe I'm just the crazy one at my hall. Yeah, both are true. On with it at our zoo.

That you don't want.
But some still flaunt.
You hate its guts.
Like fish cold cuts.

Is that a thing?
Could be cha-ching.
Or maybe not.
Could sit and rot.

But whatever it is,
Like snow or quiz,
You give something a go.
Nope, it isn't flat out no.

Unless you get ruffled,
Then it becomes muffled.
Otherwise you spout it out.
No thank you is what you spout.

So thank you is the way,
When giving thanks come to play.
But no thank you is had,
When not giving thanks at your pad.

Hmm how does that work?
Is it some kind of non perk.
I would say hell no to you,
But instead I'll give you no thanks at our zoo.

And you nod and agree.
I just pretty much told off thee.
I'm not giving you any thanks.
I just became the equivalent of banks.

But you love it.
Love no thanks every bit.
You suck it right up,
Like beer in your cup.

Yet you want thanks other times.
Are you some demented mimes?
No thanks for that.
Thanks where you're at.

Both get a smile.
Do they stop from creating a pile?
Kind of cancel each other out?
No thanks is what it's all about.

Do you say more than no? Are you soooooo mean at your show? You give no and no thanks. That is as means as banks. I'm giving you nothing and you won't get any thanks too. Whatever will you do? Did I confuse you yet? Did you follow the pet? You want me to repeat that? No thanks, I'll let Al do the repeat thing where he's at. Look, I just gave you a no and no thanks too. Aren't I mean to you? Thanks for reading my sass. Now you've been canceled out by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.  

Me Not First As That's The Worst!

The cat runs ahead of all. I may even trip you down the hall. You humans sure can run around a race track thing too. That is when you want first to come due. That and a whole bunch more. But we aren't going that way at our shore.

Toady is the day.
The day I play.
Play something new.
I bid the old adieu.

I just can't.
I'm an ant.
Where's my queen?
Bring her on scene.

You try it first.
It may make me burst.
Go ahead and try.
I'll be the second place guy.

That can't be done.
It looks like no fun.
I'll try it though.
But first, you go.

It's just safer that way.
Go ahead and play.
I'll watch from over here.
No. I don't have fear.

I'm just comfortable here.
There is no fear.
I repeated a rhyme twice?
Damn...I mean how nice.

That looks cool.
I learned it in school.
It must be sweet.
It is ever so neat.

You try it first.
I'm just the worst.
Go ahead and try.
I'll stand here and spy.

What? You did it?
You are a hit?
But I wanted that.
I was close by as I sat.

I would have done it first.
You are the worst.
You should have let me try.
Excuse me while I go cry.

Don't you love those not wanting to try something new first? They act like they will burst. Then when it becomes a hit, they always knew it. If it becomes swell for another, they go whine to their mother. It was my idea to do. I just watched in view. Pffffft if you let others go, you reap what you sow. Trying first doesn't always work out for any in any class, but it beats not trying when it comes to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Won Here So Come And Peer!

Humans really are sheep. All you need to do is go meep meep. Or would that be the Road Runner? Bah, going with sheep is funner. For in you herd at the drop of a word.

$10,000 winning ticket sold here.
Someone bought it that was near.
This place is so great.
We sold a big ticket, mate.

Wowee. That is cool.
Let us be ever the fool.
We will come and buy and buy.
Surely that is going to fly.

The place has luck.
Pfffft pass the buck.
A fake word for sheep.
Back to the meep meep.

There's the draw.
Fingernails you gnaw.
Whoops, you lost.
Tickets can be tossed.

It was just a fluke.
I want to be as rich as a duke.
That place has such luck.
I'll go spend many more a buck.

Here we go.
It will win, I know.
That place done it before.
It has to have an encore.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.
Damn it. I'm not winning.
That place won before.
It has to have an encore.

I'll try again.
I'll buy ten.
Now I have to win.
To not to would be a sin.

I lost it all.
Baa is my call.
Or would that be meep meep?
Can't keep track of so many sheep.

Sheep can't do math.
Bank account suffers wrath.
As in goes to zero, zilch, nadda.
But they still believe the yadda, yadda.

Ever notice nuts flocking to a place after a win? Math class clearly must have done them in. The odds of winning are the exact same. Sorry to burst your bubble or put out your flame. But they are the exact same as they were last week, last year, last whatever. That place may win again...never. No such thing as a lucky store. All right, now I'm done at my shore. Ever go buy because of a winning mass? Better not tell my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

The Amazing Boring Keeps Restoring!

Humans sure have done many a grand thing. I'll give you that at your wing. You invented kitty litter. That sure doesn't make me bitter. But That is so easy now. It seems boring somehow. Right? Get where I'm going at my site?

The outhouse came due.
Not amazing through and through.
But then comes the loo.
So amazing to view.

Many an ass uses it.
Fills it with shit.
Now just not so.
Okay, away we go.

Man can fly.
Oh me, oh my.
He may die.
But he can fly.

Planes by the load.
Amazing transportation mode.
Bah, thousands of them now.
So boring they no longer wow.

Fly me to the moon.
What an amazing sand dune.
Do it over and over.
Sure to impress rover.

Fly me to the moon?
Bah, just a crummy sand dune.
Been there and done that.
So boring it falls flat.

Look at the car.
We can now go far.
No horse and cart.
We can go to Wal-Mart.

Whoopdi doo.
Millions in view.
Four wheels and plastic.
So not as fantastic.

We're going to Mars.
That ups the amazing bars.
Ups it to Woweeeee.
Going to Mars is for me.

Yeah, we went to Mars.
Go hum a few bars.
We've seen it done.
What's next to be spun?

You humans sure lose interest rather fast. Even when things aren't that far into the past. Do you take for granted now what is mundane? I do with the litter box at our lane. It just has to come to be when I need to pee. Does the moon, loo, cars or planes still impress? Would that be anyone's guess? Is anyone a lad or lass? Sure beats my amazing little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

A Dare Not To Compare!

The cat does it too. I guess this one isn't just the human crew. I compare food at my sea. Don't like it and you'll get a nose curl from we. We may also try to bury it when we don't find it a hit.

A comparison factor.
Ranges from road to actor.
From actual ranges.
Even to life's changes.

The nature of all.
They give it a call.
Never wants to stall.
See it on every internet wall.

This store is great.
Compared to that one it's second rate.
But compared to this one it's great.
Do you agree with me, mate?

Then comes the fish.
Ignoring...I wish.
Nope, they swim in a school.
Answered by many a fool.

Are you insane?
That is a better train.
This just plan sucks.
I wouldn't waste my bucks.

You're both nuts.
This has great nuts.
That is the worst in town.
The other makes me frown.

And further we delve.
Grab a book from a shelve.
You'll be here all day.
All have to have their say.

I'm the better judge.
You two need to budge.
I know more than you.
Compared to me, you haven't a clue.

Compared to you?
Pffft says who?
I'm the best.
When comparing there is no contest.

Now don't get crazy.
Your eye sight must be hazy.
For I stand above all.
Compared to you my name should be on a wall.

Do you like to compare? Does one even dare? Why not just say you like or not? Is it that hard for the human lot? Oh, I like this place. This place I also embrace. See? Easy as can be to come to pass. Now I'll go back to comparing the hairs on my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Hey Diddle Diddle The Fingers Shall Fiddle!

 Now don't stutter.We didn't go gutter.If you want to diddle,You weren't looking for a riddle.
Instead you fiddle.Fiddle and diddle.A fiddling diddler?Beats a diddling piddler.
Where am I going?The ideas are a flowing.I'm in the knowing.Reap and stowing.
Or would that be sow?Damned if I know.Actually I do.One plus one is two.
Blah, it's math.Could suffer wrath.Should I fiddle?Stuck in the middle.
Should or should not.No middle to the plot.A rhyming Yoda.I hate soda.
Would it be pop?I better stop,Could cause a fiddle.From side to middle.
Or middle to side.A one handed ride.Oh, this sounds dirty.Now don't get flirty.
I've been done.Done and spun.But not quite.Change light to light.
Umm..what?I've become a nut.Time to go take a piddle.I'm done with this fiddle. 
A newsflash too. Look at what is coming due!

Do you fiddle with things even when they don't need fiddling? Wouldn't you rather be diddling? Comes a point when the fiddling must go and what you write must show. Getting it out there is the way. Then you can fiddle with the next display. Or go and piddle or diddle. Have to exercise that middle. Okay, I'm through with fiddling with this pass. I'll now go fiddle, not really, with my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.