Pat Hatt's Blog, page 48
April 26, 2018
The Spin Of In Can Be A Sin!
Did you know you are full of sin? Yeah, oh so full at your bin. At least if you are like me. I refuse to go up that tree. I'm sure that you knew after so many a rhyming spin. But time to go with what's IN!
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
18-9=9=I
Today we will rhyme,
Much like we do every time.
But we can't make fun.
Not the in thing to be done.
We have to cry.
The world is bad, oh me, oh my.
I just stubbed my toe.
That eye roll is offensive, you know.
I have to show pics of food.
Don't give me attitude.
I have to show it all.
Oh, I'm now at the mall.
I'm at the doctors office now.
Hmm that would be vet with a meow.
I give many of those.
They cause me such woes.
Just thought I'd tell.
Oh, my life is hell.
It is so bad with my stubbed toe.
Ugg, must I sink this low?
Those shoes are in.
Can't have a hairy chin.
Those shirts are out.
Skinny jeans are best, no doubt.
That haircut is out.
What are you talking about?
No one knows that anymore.
Show that they door.
Ignore your kin.
They aren't in.
Do what's the best.
It beats the rest.
That was yesterday.
Don't need a replay.
What was in, is out.
Do you want me to shout?
Stay with what's in.
To not is a sin.
If you want to win,
You'll stick with the in.
Pffft are you in on the trends? Like that which offends? Or some clothing crap? Pfffft again from this chap. If it is in then we are most likely out. Like the crappy reboots that are about. Any love for what's in? Should I stop my question spin? That isn't in anymore? Damn, I'm so out at my shore. I guess I'll stick with the singing bass. He is as out as my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
18-9=9=I
Today we will rhyme,
Much like we do every time.
But we can't make fun.
Not the in thing to be done.
We have to cry.
The world is bad, oh me, oh my.
I just stubbed my toe.
That eye roll is offensive, you know.
I have to show pics of food.
Don't give me attitude.
I have to show it all.
Oh, I'm now at the mall.
I'm at the doctors office now.
Hmm that would be vet with a meow.
I give many of those.
They cause me such woes.
Just thought I'd tell.
Oh, my life is hell.
It is so bad with my stubbed toe.
Ugg, must I sink this low?
Those shoes are in.
Can't have a hairy chin.
Those shirts are out.
Skinny jeans are best, no doubt.
That haircut is out.
What are you talking about?
No one knows that anymore.
Show that they door.
Ignore your kin.
They aren't in.
Do what's the best.
It beats the rest.
That was yesterday.
Don't need a replay.
What was in, is out.
Do you want me to shout?
Stay with what's in.
To not is a sin.
If you want to win,
You'll stick with the in.
Pffft are you in on the trends? Like that which offends? Or some clothing crap? Pfffft again from this chap. If it is in then we are most likely out. Like the crappy reboots that are about. Any love for what's in? Should I stop my question spin? That isn't in anymore? Damn, I'm so out at my shore. I guess I'll stick with the singing bass. He is as out as my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 25, 2018
A Registration Day At My Bay!
The cat is going to be like the man. I know you are a fan. Hell, everyone else is like them too. I may as well go with it at my zoo. Me? Conform? Pffft and I will go back to living in a dorm.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
22-4=18=R
Sign on up.
Follow like a pup.
You'll get free words.
I may throw in dead birds.
The tabbies will cheer.
Or maybe run in fear.
They'll register that.
It will become a stat.
I need your name.
Your claim to fame.
Your many homes.
Include those garden gnomes.
Don't forget the email.
That has to hit the trail.
If you have more than one,
Be sure to give all a run.
We have to find you.
Everything we say is true.
So you better tell the truth.
Include your old long dead Aunt Ruth.
We want your life story.
Register it in all its glory.
Register, don't read.
That pesky fine print is a crappy deed.
Phone numbers are great.
You'll be our mate.
Your grocery bill is fine.
Your home bills should align.
Register your wife.
All people in your life.
Hamster, dog and cat.
Even your prized baseball bat.
You'll be helping all.
So register each one at your hall.
Go through the motion.
Your ass may need lotion.
There is a lot to fill.
But you'll get over the hill.
Don't forget the valid photo.
Need help? Dial our handy dandy boto.
Don't you want to register now? I know, registration here is wow. Do you like to register at sites? Or those sign up things stores have in lights? They get all your info and put you in the system. They got you by the umm balls and twist em. I'm snip snip so won't hurt my ball mass. But we'll still skip the registration with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
22-4=18=R
Sign on up.
Follow like a pup.
You'll get free words.
I may throw in dead birds.
The tabbies will cheer.
Or maybe run in fear.
They'll register that.
It will become a stat.
I need your name.
Your claim to fame.
Your many homes.
Include those garden gnomes.
Don't forget the email.
That has to hit the trail.
If you have more than one,
Be sure to give all a run.
We have to find you.
Everything we say is true.
So you better tell the truth.
Include your old long dead Aunt Ruth.
We want your life story.
Register it in all its glory.
Register, don't read.
That pesky fine print is a crappy deed.
Phone numbers are great.
You'll be our mate.
Your grocery bill is fine.
Your home bills should align.
Register your wife.
All people in your life.
Hamster, dog and cat.
Even your prized baseball bat.
You'll be helping all.
So register each one at your hall.
Go through the motion.
Your ass may need lotion.
There is a lot to fill.
But you'll get over the hill.
Don't forget the valid photo.
Need help? Dial our handy dandy boto.
Don't you want to register now? I know, registration here is wow. Do you like to register at sites? Or those sign up things stores have in lights? They get all your info and put you in the system. They got you by the umm balls and twist em. I'm snip snip so won't hurt my ball mass. But we'll still skip the registration with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 24, 2018
Time To Go Vile By The Mile!
The cat saw this the other day. Someone really went out of their way. It was oh so vile they said. I just shook my head. They deserved a smack to their head. But then their vile may have been fed.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
14+10=22=V
That is vile.
Go get a room.
You just aren't in style.
You bring my eyes doom.
Breastfeeding in a corner.
That just can't be.
You must be a porn-er.
What next? Free pee?
Just like those pants.
The ones down to knees.
They offend my plants.
So vile they make me sneeze.
Like those horror shows.
You know, the ones.
The ones where the wind blows,
That has sharks by the tons.
Like banks taking money.
That is so vile.
That isn't fair, honey.
They add to their pile.
Like slaving away at work.
It is oh so vile.
This isn't a perk.
It won't make me smile.
Like buying a car.
That is the worst.
As vile as that bar,
Where all quench their thirst.
That's where you go.
There you can put on a show.
Take the spawn in tow.
Let it all hang low.
But it's vile here.
Here for all to see.
Doesn't matter if you aren't near.
Do you live in a tree?
You bring me doom.
You add to this pile.
So go get a room,
And quit being vile.
Did vile get a new meaning? Maybe dictionaries should get a re-screening. She was over to the side in a hall. Couldn't really see unless you looked in at the mall. Even then you couldn't see much. Unless you were a perv and tried to touch. But oh, it was so vile a nut went on about. Probably mad because no one wants her to whip hers out. Did I say that? Damn, I'm a mean cat. Is it oh so vile to you, especially if you can't see nothing at all, when breastfeeding comes to pass? Pfffft I've seen much more vile things come out my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
14+10=22=V
That is vile.
Go get a room.
You just aren't in style.
You bring my eyes doom.
Breastfeeding in a corner.
That just can't be.
You must be a porn-er.
What next? Free pee?
Just like those pants.
The ones down to knees.
They offend my plants.
So vile they make me sneeze.
Like those horror shows.
You know, the ones.
The ones where the wind blows,
That has sharks by the tons.
Like banks taking money.
That is so vile.
That isn't fair, honey.
They add to their pile.
Like slaving away at work.
It is oh so vile.
This isn't a perk.
It won't make me smile.
Like buying a car.
That is the worst.
As vile as that bar,
Where all quench their thirst.
That's where you go.
There you can put on a show.
Take the spawn in tow.
Let it all hang low.
But it's vile here.
Here for all to see.
Doesn't matter if you aren't near.
Do you live in a tree?
You bring me doom.
You add to this pile.
So go get a room,
And quit being vile.
Did vile get a new meaning? Maybe dictionaries should get a re-screening. She was over to the side in a hall. Couldn't really see unless you looked in at the mall. Even then you couldn't see much. Unless you were a perv and tried to touch. But oh, it was so vile a nut went on about. Probably mad because no one wants her to whip hers out. Did I say that? Damn, I'm a mean cat. Is it oh so vile to you, especially if you can't see nothing at all, when breastfeeding comes to pass? Pfffft I've seen much more vile things come out my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 23, 2018
A Nervous Nelly With An Upset Belly!
The cat is going to post today. What will people say? What will people think? What will they drink? What will they eat? What will they repeat? What....who cares. Did I just get stares?
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
4+10=14=N
Nervous Nelly had a rhyme.
But it ended before its time.
She could have done it well.
Every word she knew how to spell.
She knew the meter.
She wasn't a cheater.
She knew the scheme.
It was her dream.
But what if ruled.
What if fooled.
Left on the brink.
Left only to think.
What if there's hate?
What if it's fate?
What if it's not?
What if it's hot?
The brain paved a path,
Leaving a what if bath.
Showered and drunk.
Stuck in a what if funk.
Nervous and not.
Won the final plot.
Nerves were in knots.
Like wires on cots.
Rusty and worn.
Nothing was born.
Not even a word.
Why let it be heard?
Could be worse.
Could be a curse.
Could be bad.
Could be a fad.
The rational took hold.
Nothing needed to be told.
Could be was scary.
Could offend the tooth fairy.
Nervous Nelly had a rhyme.
But instead she sucked a lime.
Sucked and stayed in place.
Never showing her face.
Do you let nerves win? Do you rationalize not doing it at your bin? Are you a nervous nelly? Care what people think like those on the telly? Ratings are a big thing to those. Pffffft they can go suck on a hose. As can that nervous crap. We'll let someone else fall into that trap. Instead I'll continue to give sass from my not so nervous little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
4+10=14=N
Nervous Nelly had a rhyme.
But it ended before its time.
She could have done it well.
Every word she knew how to spell.
She knew the meter.
She wasn't a cheater.
She knew the scheme.
It was her dream.
But what if ruled.
What if fooled.
Left on the brink.
Left only to think.
What if there's hate?
What if it's fate?
What if it's not?
What if it's hot?
The brain paved a path,
Leaving a what if bath.
Showered and drunk.
Stuck in a what if funk.
Nervous and not.
Won the final plot.
Nerves were in knots.
Like wires on cots.
Rusty and worn.
Nothing was born.
Not even a word.
Why let it be heard?
Could be worse.
Could be a curse.
Could be bad.
Could be a fad.
The rational took hold.
Nothing needed to be told.
Could be was scary.
Could offend the tooth fairy.
Nervous Nelly had a rhyme.
But instead she sucked a lime.
Sucked and stayed in place.
Never showing her face.
Do you let nerves win? Do you rationalize not doing it at your bin? Are you a nervous nelly? Care what people think like those on the telly? Ratings are a big thing to those. Pffffft they can go suck on a hose. As can that nervous crap. We'll let someone else fall into that trap. Instead I'll continue to give sass from my not so nervous little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 22, 2018
The Align Of The Define!
Today we will define nothing at all. At least that is how you humans give it a call. It is really weird, like worshiping a guy in a red suit with a beard. But who's the cat to say. Yeah, I'll say it anyway.
Webster can define.
Even without a spine.
Here in the digital age,
No need to turn an actual page.
No need to slog through,
Finding many in view.
Some catch the eye.
Others, oh me, oh my.
Can get to it.
Type and search hit.
There is the defining way.
A definition on display.
So easy, yet hard.
Can't pull that card.
Or punch at it.
If you vent a bit.
Nope, not at all.
For here is your call.
Especially when wrong.
And people play along.
Depends on your definition.
Is that like a new edition?
One where you make stuff up?
My, that would help a pup.
Few brain cells needed.
Anything can be seeded.
Depends on your definition.
Real one can go into remission.
So if I call you a wanker,
You can reach into a big oil tanker?
What you pull out is the winner?
Definition is "You're a big clown loving, fish humping, barbie collecting, tire spinner.
Wow, I like this.
It could bring bliss.
Of course that depends on your view.
Damn, view and definition = times two.
Does that screw with it more?
Depends on the definition at your shore.
With words you are a magician.
Of course, that too, depends on your definition.
Do you use that saying to try and cloud the displaying? Rather sad to the cat. But depends on your definition where you are at. Hey, we don't even need dictionaries any more. Everything depends on your definition at your shore. That will save people from searching in mass. I guess I'm just a defining little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Webster can define.
Even without a spine.
Here in the digital age,
No need to turn an actual page.
No need to slog through,
Finding many in view.
Some catch the eye.
Others, oh me, oh my.
Can get to it.
Type and search hit.
There is the defining way.
A definition on display.
So easy, yet hard.
Can't pull that card.
Or punch at it.
If you vent a bit.
Nope, not at all.
For here is your call.
Especially when wrong.
And people play along.
Depends on your definition.
Is that like a new edition?
One where you make stuff up?
My, that would help a pup.
Few brain cells needed.
Anything can be seeded.
Depends on your definition.
Real one can go into remission.
So if I call you a wanker,
You can reach into a big oil tanker?
What you pull out is the winner?
Definition is "You're a big clown loving, fish humping, barbie collecting, tire spinner.
Wow, I like this.
It could bring bliss.
Of course that depends on your view.
Damn, view and definition = times two.
Does that screw with it more?
Depends on the definition at your shore.
With words you are a magician.
Of course, that too, depends on your definition.
Do you use that saying to try and cloud the displaying? Rather sad to the cat. But depends on your definition where you are at. Hey, we don't even need dictionaries any more. Everything depends on your definition at your shore. That will save people from searching in mass. I guess I'm just a defining little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 21, 2018
A Disastrous Day Comes To Play!
It is just so bad. No fun can be had. A disaster has struck. Back up the truck. Bury us now. I can't even meow. I can barely type. Can't get into the hype. Hip to be square? Hey, that popped in at my lair.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
10-6=4=D
My day is done.
Can't have fun.
Ruined and over.
Call out to rover.
It's that bad.
Friends with rover is had.
Yep, world is done.
You better run.
Not a tornado.
Good guess though.
Even cheat rhymed a bit.
This is dire umm shit.
Not an earthquake.
Did you feel anything shake?
No? Then why ask?
Hand me that flask.
Not a meteor strike.
That can take a hike.
It would be so much better.
At least it would kill every ugly sweater.
Not a volcano going boom.
It is far worse doom.
Lava can't melt it away.
Oh the dismay.
Not a plague.
That is far more vague.
My OCD could even take it.
After this bit.
Not a alien attack.
Those probers aren't back.
They went to Mars.
So no need for your ass to hum a few bars.
Not a robot uprising.
It is far more surprising.
You can't even fathom it.
Your pants may even split.
I won't pay the bill.
Oh, this is such a large hill.
How can this be?
Pat didn't scoop my pee.
Such a disaster it is. What if I need to take another whiz? It will be eight hours or so. But I still may have to go. What if he doesn't scoop it? It will be a disaster if I have to shit. Oh look, here he comes. No disaster today chums. Do you use disaster when really it's not? Forget the definition or never see a disaster movie plot? I think you're safe from most disasters you claim. But hey, having no place to pee can suck all the same. Going to use disaster still in mass? It just had to be pointed out by my disastrous little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
10-6=4=D
My day is done.
Can't have fun.
Ruined and over.
Call out to rover.
It's that bad.
Friends with rover is had.
Yep, world is done.
You better run.
Not a tornado.
Good guess though.
Even cheat rhymed a bit.
This is dire umm shit.
Not an earthquake.
Did you feel anything shake?
No? Then why ask?
Hand me that flask.
Not a meteor strike.
That can take a hike.
It would be so much better.
At least it would kill every ugly sweater.
Not a volcano going boom.
It is far worse doom.
Lava can't melt it away.
Oh the dismay.
Not a plague.
That is far more vague.
My OCD could even take it.
After this bit.
Not a alien attack.
Those probers aren't back.
They went to Mars.
So no need for your ass to hum a few bars.
Not a robot uprising.
It is far more surprising.
You can't even fathom it.
Your pants may even split.
I won't pay the bill.
Oh, this is such a large hill.
How can this be?
Pat didn't scoop my pee.
Such a disaster it is. What if I need to take another whiz? It will be eight hours or so. But I still may have to go. What if he doesn't scoop it? It will be a disaster if I have to shit. Oh look, here he comes. No disaster today chums. Do you use disaster when really it's not? Forget the definition or never see a disaster movie plot? I think you're safe from most disasters you claim. But hey, having no place to pee can suck all the same. Going to use disaster still in mass? It just had to be pointed out by my disastrous little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 20, 2018
A Joyful Post So Pop Some Toast!
Hmm my joy just died with your toast ride. I'd curl up my nose like smelling a bad rose. Hey, that you knew. If you didn't you must be new at our zoo. Now on with it. A joyful fit.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
19-9=10=J
The joys of life.
The joys that come.
For some no strife.
For others there's some.
Depending on factors.
Depending on view.
Forget the damn actors.
All comes back to who.
Some gets hate.
Some gets love.
The who is the fate,
When push comes to shove.
Choices for joy.
Choices to life.
From car to toy,
Different from husband to wife.
City or town.
Underwear or not.
Magician or clown.
Each have their own plot.
No hurt in calling.
Nothing to harm.
But dominoes start falling,
Raise that alarm.
It is so bad.
So bad they wear none.
Can't have that being had.
Would offend a nun.
My joy is great.
Yours isn't so.
So get rid of that trait,
Or you'll be a foe.
Fixing you is my way.
That brings me joy.
Just seeing your happy display,
After buying my ploy.
The joys of life.
The opinions of others.
Free that strife.
After all, a pillow smothers.
You humans sure are strange to the cat. Have to stick your nose into everybody's business where you are at. Just because you don't find joy in something doesn't mean another doesn't at their wing. Are you a joy stomper? Do you flap that chomper? Do you care if others don't find joy in what you do? Pffft to those types at our zoo. The cat gives stuff hate in mass. But if you enjoy it, won't be getting any flack, mostly, from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
19-9=10=J
The joys of life.
The joys that come.
For some no strife.
For others there's some.
Depending on factors.
Depending on view.
Forget the damn actors.
All comes back to who.
Some gets hate.
Some gets love.
The who is the fate,
When push comes to shove.
Choices for joy.
Choices to life.
From car to toy,
Different from husband to wife.
City or town.
Underwear or not.
Magician or clown.
Each have their own plot.
No hurt in calling.
Nothing to harm.
But dominoes start falling,
Raise that alarm.
It is so bad.
So bad they wear none.
Can't have that being had.
Would offend a nun.
My joy is great.
Yours isn't so.
So get rid of that trait,
Or you'll be a foe.
Fixing you is my way.
That brings me joy.
Just seeing your happy display,
After buying my ploy.
The joys of life.
The opinions of others.
Free that strife.
After all, a pillow smothers.
You humans sure are strange to the cat. Have to stick your nose into everybody's business where you are at. Just because you don't find joy in something doesn't mean another doesn't at their wing. Are you a joy stomper? Do you flap that chomper? Do you care if others don't find joy in what you do? Pffft to those types at our zoo. The cat gives stuff hate in mass. But if you enjoy it, won't be getting any flack, mostly, from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 19, 2018
Are You Torn When A Star Is Born?
The cat is the star of this show. I'm sure that you know. But why be a star? Does that get you far? Why go with that? It must now be explored by the cat.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
12+7=19=S
A star is born.
Toot that horn.
I'm a star.
Can get you far.
Stardom you seek.
Give stupid a peek.
Then peak you will.
That pique you still?
Got all right.
A grammar flight.
A star is born.
Back to that horn.
Go into porn.
Dirty old men no longer forlorn.
A star to some umm rubbers?
Maybe even some clubbers.
Thought I'd go else where?
Should a star care?
A Lethal Weapon rubber tree.
Could work for thee.
A rubber is born.
Hmm counterproductive like corn.
Comes out the same way.
But at least safe play.
A moon is born.
Does that make you torn?
Still has light.
But only at night.
So only allowed half a day.
What are you the rest at your bay?
Just balls of gas?
Damn, watch where you stick your ass.
A car is born.
Can surely toot its horn.
And you may run out of gas.
Then you won't have to watch your ass.
A tree is born.
Grows like that porn.
Although it might get chopped.
No wonder at star they stopped.
Do you want to be a star? All that fame at your sand bar? Ever think about it literally though? Who wants to be a star at their show? Wouldn't it be more fun to be a umm human mass? I'll stick to just plain old cat as you stare at my oh so starry little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
12+7=19=S
A star is born.
Toot that horn.
I'm a star.
Can get you far.
Stardom you seek.
Give stupid a peek.
Then peak you will.
That pique you still?
Got all right.
A grammar flight.
A star is born.
Back to that horn.
Go into porn.
Dirty old men no longer forlorn.
A star to some umm rubbers?
Maybe even some clubbers.
Thought I'd go else where?
Should a star care?
A Lethal Weapon rubber tree.
Could work for thee.
A rubber is born.
Hmm counterproductive like corn.
Comes out the same way.
But at least safe play.
A moon is born.
Does that make you torn?
Still has light.
But only at night.
So only allowed half a day.
What are you the rest at your bay?
Just balls of gas?
Damn, watch where you stick your ass.
A car is born.
Can surely toot its horn.
And you may run out of gas.
Then you won't have to watch your ass.
A tree is born.
Grows like that porn.
Although it might get chopped.
No wonder at star they stopped.
Do you want to be a star? All that fame at your sand bar? Ever think about it literally though? Who wants to be a star at their show? Wouldn't it be more fun to be a umm human mass? I'll stick to just plain old cat as you stare at my oh so starry little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 18, 2018
A Little Light Takes Flight!
That cat is a little light on ideas today. Did you believe me at my bay? Boy, you must not be from around here. Do you also believe I have an actual rhyming rear? I should patent that. Full moon where all are at.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
6+6=12=L
You're a little light.Come here and pay.Don't give me spite,Or I'll toss you in the bay.
All mob-like.Such a bad cat.Is that a strike?We can take that.
But can it still be?Light for you and me?Whether a ton or free.Same as a money tree.
Your debit weighs the same.But you didn't pay in full.Mud is on your name.Another case of bull?
Making light of it?Light of no pay.Don't have a fit.I'm light at my bay.
Only a 12 pound cat.You can handle that.Claws may make you scat.Did I forget to mention that?
Nope, said it.Damn, on a roll.Light, mentions and mud shit.All bull out for a stroll.
Have you seen the light?It is all over.Unless it is night.Don't trip over rover.
I bet you can see the light of day.Just google it at your bay.There it is on display.Always an easy way.
I'm nearing the end.Light on words.Even if you can't spend.Tell it to the birds.
Did you come up light? Did I cause a confusing fright? Did you get my L? Do you need a shining light to show you a way out of hell? How did you get stuck there? Do I want to know at my lair? Feel free to shed some light on my question mass. No need to be light on retort to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
6+6=12=L
You're a little light.Come here and pay.Don't give me spite,Or I'll toss you in the bay.
All mob-like.Such a bad cat.Is that a strike?We can take that.
But can it still be?Light for you and me?Whether a ton or free.Same as a money tree.
Your debit weighs the same.But you didn't pay in full.Mud is on your name.Another case of bull?
Making light of it?Light of no pay.Don't have a fit.I'm light at my bay.
Only a 12 pound cat.You can handle that.Claws may make you scat.Did I forget to mention that?
Nope, said it.Damn, on a roll.Light, mentions and mud shit.All bull out for a stroll.
Have you seen the light?It is all over.Unless it is night.Don't trip over rover.
I bet you can see the light of day.Just google it at your bay.There it is on display.Always an easy way.
I'm nearing the end.Light on words.Even if you can't spend.Tell it to the birds.
Did you come up light? Did I cause a confusing fright? Did you get my L? Do you need a shining light to show you a way out of hell? How did you get stuck there? Do I want to know at my lair? Feel free to shed some light on my question mass. No need to be light on retort to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
April 17, 2018
A Feline Crusade With No Trade!
The cat is always keeping an eye on the door, except for maybe when I go out to explore. But then it stays shut. They aren't getting into the stuff of my little rhyming butt.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
11-5=6=F
The scene of the crime.6:27 pm Atlantic time. Cassie had distracted me.Supposedly having fun was she.
She was doing this.It gave her bliss. She kept it up.That caused the hiccup.
That and her look. Distracted me at my nook.She told me not to mess with her.So I had to go ruffle her fur.
I would have at least. But then came the beast.A furry mass.Far more than my rhyming ass.
Cassie saw it to.Was it her plan to do?I still think so.I'll let you be the judge though.
In he came. Starting this game.What? I look tame.Pffft that's not in my name.
See? The death glare.He gets it for invading my lair. I'll make him pay.He better not try to stay.
What was that?Damn stupid Pat. Said I couldn't attack.Bah, more to the pack.
Got it widdled down to two.They still try to invade my zoo.Pat let's me whack them back. Or I would, but they run before I can attack.
Hmph, stupid invaders. Need to sell them on auto traders.
Don't look at me that way.
When Pat's not looking I'll be sure you don't stay.
Did you guess F was for feline? Do you think Cassie distracted me so this plan could align? I knew you'd agree with me. I'll have to whack her one at our sea. But then she whacks back. I like it better when they run from my attack. No one is getting my hidey hole. At least I can keep that goal. So don't let invaders step on your grass. Trust my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
11-5=6=F
The scene of the crime.6:27 pm Atlantic time. Cassie had distracted me.Supposedly having fun was she.
She was doing this.It gave her bliss. She kept it up.That caused the hiccup.
That and her look. Distracted me at my nook.She told me not to mess with her.So I had to go ruffle her fur.
I would have at least. But then came the beast.A furry mass.Far more than my rhyming ass.
Cassie saw it to.Was it her plan to do?I still think so.I'll let you be the judge though.
In he came. Starting this game.What? I look tame.Pffft that's not in my name.
See? The death glare.He gets it for invading my lair. I'll make him pay.He better not try to stay.
What was that?Damn stupid Pat. Said I couldn't attack.Bah, more to the pack.
Got it widdled down to two.They still try to invade my zoo.Pat let's me whack them back. Or I would, but they run before I can attack.
Hmph, stupid invaders. Need to sell them on auto traders.
Don't look at me that way.
When Pat's not looking I'll be sure you don't stay.
Did you guess F was for feline? Do you think Cassie distracted me so this plan could align? I knew you'd agree with me. I'll have to whack her one at our sea. But then she whacks back. I like it better when they run from my attack. No one is getting my hidey hole. At least I can keep that goal. So don't let invaders step on your grass. Trust my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
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