Pat Hatt's Blog, page 57

A Challenge Test To Beat The Rest!

Challenges are in tow today. Nah, not like before at my bay. I won't make you do easy math. Add 1 plus 1 or suffer wrath. Kidding at my sea. Instead we'll just go on a spree.

Whether it is this.
Whether it is that.
Whether it causes bliss.
Whether it falls flat.

What do you do?
What do you say?
How do you view?
How do you play?

Do you rise up?
Do you fall down?
Do you blame the pup?
Do you blame a clown?

Maybe head on?
Maybe head off?
A power switch can dawn?
Stop drinking from the horse trough.

Is it accepted?
Is it denied?
Has your thoughts been intercepted?
Have you already replied?

Challenged and stuck.
Challenged and passed the buck.
Challenged with a fluck.
Challenged but jumped in your truck.

A challenging post.
A challenging find.
For there at your coast,
You must rack your mind.

Mind what you do.
Know where you'll go.
You know what is true.
Do you run to or fro?

Can fall and rise.
Can rise and fall.
But a word to the wise,
Life sure won't stall.

Challenging thoughts.
Challenging binds.
Break through their plots.
Good for challenging minds.

Do you feel challenged today? Still stuck on 1 plus 1 at my bay? Are you a run away person at your sea? Or are you far too stubborn like me? I could say determined I suppose. But stubborn still glows. Something can't be done they say, pffft the cat shall find a way. Now I'm done with my not so challenging pass. If you can't add 1 plus 1 don't tell my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

Take Note With What I Wrote!

Would that be written? Grammar Nazi's may not be smitten. Of that you can take note. Does that get your vote? If you voted I guess that will be noted. Notice yet? You will, I bet.

Take a note.
Like a goat.
A goat on a boat.
That I wrote.

Take a mental note.
Self-promotion of a goat.
A goat in a boat.
A double take note.

But your note was taken.
Hmm, am I mistaken?
You lost nothing at all.
So wasn't taken at your hall.

Taken with no taking.
That gets some head shaking.
Or maybe took and shook.
Hit the right note or get the hook.

More of a cane.
A hook would bring pain.
Although put ears at rest.
Maybe a hook is best.

That was a side note.
Does the middle get no vote?
A note on the side?
Do sides take more pride?

I'll leave from upon high.
The notes won't fly.
Or maybe they flew.
Out on a high note from you.

Or maybe not.
Note has a plot.
Can finish or end.
Notes can amend.

In pencil not pen.
No backspace at ones den.
Leave fits too.
What is a note to do?

Maybe leave, finish and end.
The order may be around the bend.
But I'll still do one of the three.
Hopefully that is noted by thee.

Did you take note? Find any goats on your boat? Can you carry a note in a bucket? Or do you just say fluck it? Can a note be on a side? Notes sure come and go with the tide. This was just something that I noted. So the post today was floated. It floated out like my gas. I thought I'd note that from my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer. 

Dead Or Alive Takes The Dive!

Not many seem to be wanted in such a way anymore. Maybe that was a thing of lore. Are any even wanted like that? The PC nuts wouldn't allow where they are at. But it is still being done. In a much more life saving way, sorta, it is spun.

Dead or alive.
Time to survive.
Survival is key.
For you and me.

But it's dead.
Dead in bed.
Dead and ready.
Hmm that is steady.

The lines you string.
String or something.
Something for you.
Yep, it's true.

Deadline is here.
Send it near.
Don't miss the deadline.
Things must align.

But it got moved.
Moved and grooved.
Now you're not dead.
Get out of bed.

The line needs fixing.
Deadline you're nixing.
A new deadline comes due.
So lines can die times two?

Moved once more.
A death of lore.
Lines died times three.
That gets a woweee.

So death not dead.
Something new is said.
Those lines aren't dying.
New work you are spying.

Alive they are.
Like gas in a car.
They keep on a going.
An Energizer showing.

So deadlines aren't dead.
Does that hurt your head?
They wish to survive.
Alivelines are alive.

Ever get deadlines that keep moving on? Doesn't that prove the dead part is a con? Don't you love deadlines at your sea? Especially when they become alivelines for thee? See now? Don't raise an eyebrow. Dead or alive is thriving today. At least with lines that come to play. Maybe snow would have a deadline forever come to pass? That would work for my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

A Little Jaunt Through The Haunt!

 It was bad.I'm so mad.Mad at it.I hiss and spit.
Spit and hiss.Ain't that bliss?Don't like ain't?Come now, don't faint.
Could hit your head.Could wind up dead.Or dead in the head.Always stuck in bed.
Hmm, might work.Could be a perk.Not the bed part.More needed than to fart.
But the dead head.That should be fed.Save a spot.Let everything there rot.
Thoughts that is.Not flesh biz.Or bone and such.Anatomy is too much.
But there's the dead.The dead of your head.Let it suck all in.At least all worthy of a spin.
There it will rot.Not adding to any plot.Poof! Gone forever.The dead head endeavor.
It was so bad.I'm oh so mad.I hiss and spit.What a load of shit.
What was I saying?Bah, who needs replaying.I went into the dead head space.Now a smile I sure embrace.
See? Let insecurity rot and you will be far happier than you thought. Dwelling on it each and every day won't make it go away. So stay whelmed at your sea. Let it rot and be forgotten about by thee. Will do much more for you in the end. So go the dead head trend. There all insecurities can pass and you'll turn out as crazy as my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer. 

A Quality Post From Your Host!

Your host would be me. I'm sure that never confused thee. But the cat figured he would say so. I want you to stay whelmed at my show. At least for now as this post may wow. It could become overwhelming for you. Believe it to be true.

A quality post,
Here at my coast.
Something of worth,
May take birth.

The easy way too.
No shoving for you.
Or for a few.
Or shoving at you.

Top quality there?
Bah, don't sit and stare.
It's only the second verse.
No need to curse.

But it wasn't on top?
No top of the crop.
That sure is a flop.
Second was its stop.

So can it still work?
Still a quality perk?
Hey, I'm asking you.
I need quality testers at my zoo.

Like top quality dog food.
No dogs gave it attitude?
Do humans test it?
What makes it a top quality hit?

Wait, it's on the bottom shelf.
Isn't that bottom quality itself?
It is on the bottom of the pile.
It has been there a while.

Second or bottom,
Or third like autumn,
Can it still be on top?
Damn, this is a flop.

Quality is confusing.
What if you are perusing?
It is the 100th product down,
But has the top quality crown.

Top of the pile.
Not turning that dial.
But quality is there?
Hmm of both maybe beware.

Ever think of that? Top quality yet at the bottom where it is at. Shouldn't top be on top? That is a big flop. Doesn't make you think top quality is there. Maybe just good quality by a hair. Or would that be hare? Quality is sure there to spare. Or sparingly there. Is your brain hurting yet at your lair? The cat likes to make that come to pass. A quality always coming from my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

The Biased View That's So True!

Are you biased at your bay? I'm sure out will come a, no way! Many surely think that. But the cat will soon make that fall flat. You are as biased as can be. At least some days with what you see.

I'm not biased.
Nope, not one bit.
My integrity is the highest.
I don't do that shit.

I'm in a bank.
Here I stand.
Not biased walks the plank.
When one joins the band.

In walks a masked man.
You glare and get ready to run.
He just didn't want a tan.
Whoops, isn't biased fun?

I'm in a car.
Away I drive.
I'm going far.
I'll survive.

Look at that old fart.
Going ever so slow.
In an accident they'll take part.
Whoops, they have never had a single blow.

I have no credit.
But I have a great job.
You have seen and read it.
Don't be a snob.

They're too young.
They have no clue.
Young people have brains of dung.
Whoops, turns out they could have pain on cue.

Insurance for life.
That's what I want.
Have to keep safe the wife,
When it comes time to haunt.

You're 80 years old?
You must have something wrong.
Unless you have lots of gold,
We shall never play along.

Biased in ways.
Biased you are.
In life's maze,
Biased drives the car.

Did you know you were biased? I guess now you aren't the highest. A masked man in a bank is likely there to rob the place. But you are still biased with your embrace. For he may not be. Although biased this time may keep a bullet from entering thee. Biased seems to have its place in a certain class. But some just proves you are dumber than a singing bass. All perspective that comes to pass. Sorry, not really, that you got called biased from my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

Be A Chef For The Ref!

The cat rolls his eyes a lot. I'm sure you knew about such a plot. We heard one whining the other day. They sure liked to have their say. Of course whiners always do. That is why they are whiners through and through.

Here we go.
Time for the game.
They'll eat crow.
It won't be lame.

My team is best.
Even if not mine.
But we've done that test,
Just trust the feline.

And they're off.
Away they go.
Time to scoff.
They are our foe.

They are so bad.
Even with the same skill.
They make me mad,
Bury them in a landfill.

No different than our team,
Just colors of shirts.
But that's all a dream,
Cheering for them hurts.

But that all should know.
Each and every one.
One more is a foe,
For they screw up a ton.

Such a bad call.
Kill the ref.
He should work in the mall.
Get chopped up for a chef.

Are they blind?
Are they dumb?
He's lost his mind.
Fire that bum.

That was a great call.
That was the best.
The other team should fall.
After all, they are the guest.

Boooo! Such a bad call.
Are you that stupid?
Go be a Santa in the mall.
You aren't good enough to be Cupid.

Ever notice that? How only calls against "your" or "their" teams fall flat? If it is against the other guy than it is okay. Pffft humans are pathetic we say. The ref can't see it all and will make the final call. All the yelling crap hurts the cat's head. That is probably why we'd probably stay at home in bed. Let's yell at a guy doing his job and give him sass. Yeah, that is sooooo productive says my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

A Vibration Game Not So Tame!

It's addiction day. Today you will be addicted to my bay. Actually that would be rather bad. We don't want hanger ons at our pad. So we'll leave you be and let your addiction consume thee.

Ding, ding, ding.
Could be a fling.
Nope, just the news.
Still have the blues.

Ding, ding, ding.
You are the king.
Nope, just an update.
Such a sad fate.

Ding, ding, ding.
That's a fancy ring.
Oh, just your mother.
Nope, not another.

Ding, ding, ding.
Could it be cha-ching?
Nope, not one bit.
With another bill I've been hit.

Ding, ding, ding.
I love my bling.
Oh, just more news.
I have to pay dues.

Ding, ding, ding.
I am sure going to cling.
I need to pay the bill.
Can't have it be nil.

Ding, ding, ding.
Oh, that was a ring.
Hello, how are you?
Telemarketers, boo hoo.

Ding, ding, ding.
What is with this thing?
I'm not getting called.
Was I black balled?

Ding, ding, ding.
Yippee, I sing.
I got a text from a stranger.
I am no longer sad and in danger.

Ding, ding, ding.
Wow, it's spring.
Where did winter go?
My neck hurts so.

Are you a phone addict? Does being away from it cause you conflict? The cat really feels bad for you if so. Hmmm, believe me at your show? You probably shouldn't as I wouldn't. If you step out into the street after the ding, ding, ding beat and get hit by a car, no sympathy from my sand bar. Are you on your phone reading my sass? Point proven by my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

To The Letter All Are Better!

The cat is better than you. I'm sure that you knew. The cat has an ego after all. But cats do rule at every hall. I mean you scoop our shit. That is ego inducing, every bit.

Better than you.
Better comes due.
Better than me.
Better flies free.

Equal pfffts away.
Equality, you say?
Yeah, one for all.
But better won't stall.

Better's still there.
Better beware.
Or better not.
Better has a plot.

Billions of better.
Be one long ass letter.
Or one long ass rhyme.
Tell it to a mime.

Better that you.
Sit and stew.
Better than me.
The way it must be.

I'm better at that.
Whether human or cat.
You're better at this.
I easily miss.

Better than me.
Like going up a tree.
Better than you.
Standing in view.

All have a skill.
All can't fit the bill.
Some just can't.
Whether human or ant.

Some have same skills.
Some go for thrills.
Some prove better off.
Some sure do scoff.

But better still wins.
Better still takes spins.
Better will always prevail.
Better comes without fail.

Did you know I was better than you? Did you know you were better than me at your zoo? Always something someone is better at than another. Whether a far away stranger or brother. Pretending all are equal, as far as skills go, is dumb. All have skills that make others ho and hum. So be better and let others be better too. A better everywhere easily comes due. Now I shall stop my better pass and better get going with my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

A System Full Even Of Bull!

Today we will add. We will add to our pad. That much you know. But we are also adding to the grand show. What show is that? One where we are all a stat. The stat of you and me and all that comes to be.

A system in place,
Captures your face.
Many times a day,
Can sure hit replay.

Data from this.
Is such bliss.
Data from that.
Even a rhyming cat.

All plug and play.
Everything on display.
Knowledge of all,
Can be given a call.

You did this today.
You went this way.
The system knows.
For somewhere it shows.

You think this.
Not even a miss.
For your searching shows it.
The system captures every bit.

Can tell where you're from.
The size of your bum.
Who came before you.
Whether or not you give a clue.

The tax man is there.
No need to beware.
They'll get you in the end.
The system will not amend.

The system records it.
Out your records it will spit.
Your highlight reel of sorts.
Even one without an interest in sports.

Your every move captured.
Until the Earth is raptured.
Then Dark Ages may apply.
The system still may not die. 

The system knows.
The wind still blows.
The system still records.
All data in hoards.

Aren't you glad for the system? Can take facts no matter how you twist em. Can stick it in and spit them out. Whether true or not. We just added to the system's plot. Are you ready to add too? Easy, just leave a comment at my zoo. The system captures it all. The system shall never stall. Do you enjoy being captured every which way? Maybe you won't if in the woods you spend the day. The system can enjoy the gas that comes out of my system adding little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.