Pat Hatt's Blog, page 66
November 4, 2017
Putting The Brakes On The Fakes!
A fake time has come due. I am taking a break at my zoo. I sooooo need it. Yep, every little bit. I just took a break last week. But I still need one at my creek. Do you believe the cat? Pfft we say to that.
Time for a break.
A break I can take.
Life is so rough.
That nothing to say stuff.
So it is time.
Break in its prime.
Breaks at the ready.
A break will come steady.
A study break.
A 55 I'll make.
That is fine.
A break is divine.
A work break.
I'm out on the lake.
Whoops, I got fired.
Bah, elsewhere I'll get hired.
A pee break.
Yeah, that I should take.
Otherwise could leave a mess.
Break more, not less.
A life break.
Umm how do you partake?
Do you go and drop dead?
That will clear thoughts from your head.
A kid break.
Drown them in the lake?
You'll get a break that way.
The slammer is where you'll stay.
An up break.
Down got the stake.
Break up or break down.
My, sure not whelmed with that frown.
A clean break.
My OCD would make.
May even bake a cake.
Food poisoning would give all a break.
Them are the breaks.
Multiples like rakes.
The pointy things I mean.
At least breaks can be clean.
You sure need breaks a ton. No wonder nothing ever gets done. All you do is take a break. Can't put the brakes on that when you're awake. Sleeping must be so rough. Oh yeah, and that I have nothing to say stuff. Do you break more than work in the day? If yes, the cat may make fun at his bay. I think I'm breaking up now with this pass. I better hang up before you lose my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Time for a break.
A break I can take.
Life is so rough.
That nothing to say stuff.
So it is time.
Break in its prime.
Breaks at the ready.
A break will come steady.
A study break.
A 55 I'll make.
That is fine.
A break is divine.
A work break.
I'm out on the lake.
Whoops, I got fired.
Bah, elsewhere I'll get hired.
A pee break.
Yeah, that I should take.
Otherwise could leave a mess.
Break more, not less.
A life break.
Umm how do you partake?
Do you go and drop dead?
That will clear thoughts from your head.
A kid break.
Drown them in the lake?
You'll get a break that way.
The slammer is where you'll stay.
An up break.
Down got the stake.
Break up or break down.
My, sure not whelmed with that frown.
A clean break.
My OCD would make.
May even bake a cake.
Food poisoning would give all a break.
Them are the breaks.
Multiples like rakes.
The pointy things I mean.
At least breaks can be clean.
You sure need breaks a ton. No wonder nothing ever gets done. All you do is take a break. Can't put the brakes on that when you're awake. Sleeping must be so rough. Oh yeah, and that I have nothing to say stuff. Do you break more than work in the day? If yes, the cat may make fun at his bay. I think I'm breaking up now with this pass. I better hang up before you lose my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 3, 2017
A Leaky Boat With No Goat!
What was that? Goats can't help where they are at? Bah, the cat already did a book on that. Hmm, shameless plug from the cat. How about that? Hey, thoughts are just a leaking out with each repeat that stat.
Sprung a leak.
Down the creek.
Or up the creek.
You still have a leak.
Plug the leak.
Not at its peak.
No need to freak.
Please don't shriek.
Wait a week.
A brand new leak.
Two makes a streak,
As in the leaks sneak.
Plug the new leak.
You swear in Greek.
Re-plug the old leak,
You still don't shriek.
Wait a week.
A brand new leak.
Now this is a streak.
Weren't we up this creek?
Plug the new leak.
You swear in Greek.
Re-plug each old leak.
What's with repeat speak?
Wait a week.
A brand new leak.
Now you squeak.
Fearing taking a peek.
But you're so meek.
So you plug the leak.
The leak doesn't tweak.
Its strength is weak.
Week by week,
Comes the leak.
Weaker by the week.
Taking it on the cheek.
The leak is bleak.
It reached its peak.
Now you can shriek,
As you're up shit creek.
Aren't you glad all you did was plug the leak instead of making like a geek? By geek I mean fixing the leak and not just plugging it with no tweak. A patch may work for a squeak but eventually that becomes a shriek. We aren't just talking about boats that leak. But I'm sure you got that at my creek. Life can have leaks in mass. Not just boats or the gas that leaks out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Sprung a leak.
Down the creek.
Or up the creek.
You still have a leak.
Plug the leak.
Not at its peak.
No need to freak.
Please don't shriek.
Wait a week.
A brand new leak.
Two makes a streak,
As in the leaks sneak.
Plug the new leak.
You swear in Greek.
Re-plug the old leak,
You still don't shriek.
Wait a week.
A brand new leak.
Now this is a streak.
Weren't we up this creek?
Plug the new leak.
You swear in Greek.
Re-plug each old leak.
What's with repeat speak?
Wait a week.
A brand new leak.
Now you squeak.
Fearing taking a peek.
But you're so meek.
So you plug the leak.
The leak doesn't tweak.
Its strength is weak.
Week by week,
Comes the leak.
Weaker by the week.
Taking it on the cheek.
The leak is bleak.
It reached its peak.
Now you can shriek,
As you're up shit creek.
Aren't you glad all you did was plug the leak instead of making like a geek? By geek I mean fixing the leak and not just plugging it with no tweak. A patch may work for a squeak but eventually that becomes a shriek. We aren't just talking about boats that leak. But I'm sure you got that at my creek. Life can have leaks in mass. Not just boats or the gas that leaks out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 2, 2017
Round Sixty Two Comes To You!
Slowly they still trickle in as they take a search engine for a spin. I guess the nuts died off maybe? We can only hope at out sea. But they provide a post here and there, so here are a few more with no brains to spare.
nic cage eagle head
Is he still talked about? When last did he put something decent out?
it halloween time so here a rhyme
Halloween is over
For you me and rover.
Now if you want some candy,
You better have cash handy.
singing cat oct 2016 hoo
We don't sing. Not in October or spring.
tickwatch kickstarter
Ummm okay. I'll send you my email if you'd like to donate my way.
just a little thick
A chubby chaser are you? Everyone needs love at their zoo.
rosie o'donnell whip dominatrix
Hmm, I may take that back. Not everyone in the human pack.
cassie cat walks first time
She walked when she came. You are rather lame.
no fun at all in a rhyme rar
Well if you could spell maybe some fun would dwell.
only a fart apart
Gas sets all apart. You can take that to heart.
elsi mopin
Old one eye is crying? Damn, Canadians at her beach she must be spying.
blicky blick
Don't like old one eye? Yeah, her scary view can make some cry.
Pat on my knee
Pat gets a ride? I think he'll hide.
you only jump now
Jump to where? Do you jump fair?
jan 01, 2012 · notes from all over. sunday, january 01, 2012. merry christmas and a happy new year! posted by mike at ... subscribe to: posts (atom) blog archive
Ummm errr, okay. Who typed that long ass thing out at their bay?
And the winner of today sure likes to play. Not sure anyone would want to join in. But then again, a few may want to give it a spin. You may not want to say so though if your answer isn't no.
play with my tallywhacker game
So many rules could come into play. I'll stick with being snip snip at my bay. No rules to follow at all there. The cat can run around without a care. And so another round has come to pass with the search engine nuts who find my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
nic cage eagle head
Is he still talked about? When last did he put something decent out?
it halloween time so here a rhyme
Halloween is over
For you me and rover.
Now if you want some candy,
You better have cash handy.
singing cat oct 2016 hoo
We don't sing. Not in October or spring.
tickwatch kickstarter
Ummm okay. I'll send you my email if you'd like to donate my way.
just a little thick
A chubby chaser are you? Everyone needs love at their zoo.
rosie o'donnell whip dominatrix
Hmm, I may take that back. Not everyone in the human pack.
cassie cat walks first time
She walked when she came. You are rather lame.
no fun at all in a rhyme rar
Well if you could spell maybe some fun would dwell.
only a fart apart
Gas sets all apart. You can take that to heart.
elsi mopin
Old one eye is crying? Damn, Canadians at her beach she must be spying.
blicky blick
Don't like old one eye? Yeah, her scary view can make some cry.
Pat on my knee
Pat gets a ride? I think he'll hide.
you only jump now
Jump to where? Do you jump fair?
jan 01, 2012 · notes from all over. sunday, january 01, 2012. merry christmas and a happy new year! posted by mike at ... subscribe to: posts (atom) blog archive
Ummm errr, okay. Who typed that long ass thing out at their bay?
And the winner of today sure likes to play. Not sure anyone would want to join in. But then again, a few may want to give it a spin. You may not want to say so though if your answer isn't no.
play with my tallywhacker game
So many rules could come into play. I'll stick with being snip snip at my bay. No rules to follow at all there. The cat can run around without a care. And so another round has come to pass with the search engine nuts who find my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 1, 2017
A Little Drop To The Insecure Crop!
It rains it pours,Has taken tours.Is it true? Maybe with the boo hoo.
Not weather though.Sorry, don't flow.A little drizzle.Out it will fizzle.
Then comes the sun.Can shine on anyone.Up it will sizzle.Goodbye to the drizzle.
Evaporation is key.It was for dino pee.It is for drizzle too.Even that from you.
Evaporate and gone.Used later on the lawn.Something good of it.Until it grows a bit.
Then you have to mow.Ninja Wannabe goes, oh no.Growing from drizzle.And after the fizzle.
How can that be?Grows like a tree.Growth of life.Free from strife.
It isn't true.Boo hoo, boo hoo.Pouring now.Having a cow.
The cow gets a drink.Not brought to the brink.Positive there.If you're aware.
Rains it pours?Pfft to such tours.Pours if let it come.Either way, always helps some.
Oh, and click here to see a Delivered review from Fundy Blue.
Who knew that would come from rain? Or the boo hoo of pain. Letting it evaporate can save the day and keep the pouring away. Do you let it pour or take a new tour? Ever think you are drinking dino pee? Look, insecurities gone from disgust I just gave to thee. I think I'll go water the grass. The only love it gets is what comes out the opposite side of my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
October 31, 2017
Behind The Hedge Brings The Edge!
What could it be? Could it be a tree? What's behind the hedge? Maybe a ledge. You could fall off. That may make you scoff. But what's really back there? Don't you have to know at your lair?
What is it?
What will happen?
Holy shit!
You start flappin.
Or another.
Or a new word.
Maybe your mother,
All is absurd.
You didn't see.
You didn't guess.
How can that be.
Look at that dress.
It's so shiny.
It's so new.
Wow, it went tiny.
Can that be true?
You wait and watch.
Or watch and wait.
Grab that scotch.
Await the fate.
You finally see.
You finally gasp.
It came to be.
You loosen your grasp.
But you're still sitting.
Maybe even lying.
Maybe the gym you're hitting,
And a TV you're spying.
Poses galore.
Poses and more.
Poses of lore?
Whoops, no encore.
In the middle.
Leaned on back.
Lying with a fiddle,
Gutter gets no flack.
But what aren't you?
Not on the edge.
No matter the view,
That's behind the hedge.
Is the cat wrong? Do you sit on the edge of your seat like a ding dong? You actually sit up from the couch or recliner and watch the TV like a hobo eyes food at a diner? Do you really go to the edge? Is that an honest pledge? That would make humans move in mass. They seem far too lazy for that to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
What is it?
What will happen?
Holy shit!
You start flappin.
Or another.
Or a new word.
Maybe your mother,
All is absurd.
You didn't see.
You didn't guess.
How can that be.
Look at that dress.
It's so shiny.
It's so new.
Wow, it went tiny.
Can that be true?
You wait and watch.
Or watch and wait.
Grab that scotch.
Await the fate.
You finally see.
You finally gasp.
It came to be.
You loosen your grasp.
But you're still sitting.
Maybe even lying.
Maybe the gym you're hitting,
And a TV you're spying.
Poses galore.
Poses and more.
Poses of lore?
Whoops, no encore.
In the middle.
Leaned on back.
Lying with a fiddle,
Gutter gets no flack.
But what aren't you?
Not on the edge.
No matter the view,
That's behind the hedge.
Is the cat wrong? Do you sit on the edge of your seat like a ding dong? You actually sit up from the couch or recliner and watch the TV like a hobo eyes food at a diner? Do you really go to the edge? Is that an honest pledge? That would make humans move in mass. They seem far too lazy for that to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
October 30, 2017
A Happening What Kind Of Rut!
There are some good ruts too, most everything can be a flip flop at ones zoo. But been down that road. New streets need to be entered into rhyme mode. LRA we could call it. If you don't get that you haven't been around more than a bit.
What would happen if,
One didn't throw a tiff?
Instead they took a breath,
Realizing a different opinion doesn't mean death.
What would happen if,
One didn't board a skiff?
They decided not to run away,
And deal with things here today.
What would happen if,
One didn't take a whiff?
Realizing the manure of those flowers,
Are as hollow as Trump Towers.
What would happen if.
One didn't allow a riff?
Instead they talked it through,
With no, all the blames on you.
What would happen if,
One didn't follow lemmingss off a cliff?
They actually learned how to peep,
And broke away from the other sheep.
What would happen if,
One became far less stiff?
They allowed things to bend a bit,
Not thinking everything they did was a hit.
What would happen if,
One took a big long sniff?
Opening their eyes to the smell of shit,
Researching the truth before believing it.
What would happen if,
One didn't act like Biff?
Stopped being an insecure bully,
Embracing difference fully.
What would happen if,
One forgot about the hieroglyph?
Thinking of what is needed today,
Not stuck in the past at their bay.
What would happen if,
One forgot about the spiff?
Instead enjoyed who they are,
Ignoring the advice of a dumb movie star.
The cat has you all questioned out now? Did you know that many rhymes could go with if somehow? So many thoughts to ponder today that your brain may go boom at your bay. That would sure amuse the cat, as long as I was away from any brain splat. Or would that be splatter? Does it matter? More questions coming to pass. They sure flowed in mass. What if this blog were run by Pat or Cass? Yeah, they'd be far more boring than my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
What would happen if,
One didn't throw a tiff?
Instead they took a breath,
Realizing a different opinion doesn't mean death.
What would happen if,
One didn't board a skiff?
They decided not to run away,
And deal with things here today.
What would happen if,
One didn't take a whiff?
Realizing the manure of those flowers,
Are as hollow as Trump Towers.
What would happen if.
One didn't allow a riff?
Instead they talked it through,
With no, all the blames on you.
What would happen if,
One didn't follow lemmingss off a cliff?
They actually learned how to peep,
And broke away from the other sheep.
What would happen if,
One became far less stiff?
They allowed things to bend a bit,
Not thinking everything they did was a hit.
What would happen if,
One took a big long sniff?
Opening their eyes to the smell of shit,
Researching the truth before believing it.
What would happen if,
One didn't act like Biff?
Stopped being an insecure bully,
Embracing difference fully.
What would happen if,
One forgot about the hieroglyph?
Thinking of what is needed today,
Not stuck in the past at their bay.
What would happen if,
One forgot about the spiff?
Instead enjoyed who they are,
Ignoring the advice of a dumb movie star.
The cat has you all questioned out now? Did you know that many rhymes could go with if somehow? So many thoughts to ponder today that your brain may go boom at your bay. That would sure amuse the cat, as long as I was away from any brain splat. Or would that be splatter? Does it matter? More questions coming to pass. They sure flowed in mass. What if this blog were run by Pat or Cass? Yeah, they'd be far more boring than my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
October 29, 2017
The Best One Of All Spun!
The cat may have to agree with the Halloween Nazi at her sea. Halloween may be the very best. Of the holidays it is the one that is less of a pest. Not following the cat? We'll fix that.
Halloween is here.
The kiddies all cheer.
Many adults shrug.
Treat it like a bug.
A bug the cat eats.
Hey, yearly treats.
Beats once a day.
And no costume at play.
Back to it.
This is such a hit.
Why is that?
Not following the cat?
Don't ask until done.
You take away my fun.
Maybe if I would stay on task,
You wouldn't need to ask.
The best because,
There is little buzz.
No commercials by the ton.
Kids go and have fun.
No meals to be made.
No gifts to buy and trade.
No extended family around.
No forced holiday is found.
Can lock the door.
No kiddies any more.
Turn out the light,
Nothing is a fright.
No decorations in the cold.
No layaway crap on hold.
No carrying in any tree.
No carolers out bothering thee.
No forced displays of love.
No diaper, hopefully, wearing freak flying above.
No bunnies leaving poop, err umm, candy as they hop.
No mess that you need to get the mop.
One night and done.
Isn't that such fun?
No relatives bothering you.
Just a costumed kiddie or two.
Not sure Halloween is a real holiday. No work is off at ones bay. But we'll pretend it is like Hallmark does with that lovey dovey day biz. See why it beats all the rest? It isn't much of a pest. It is easy to do and make go away. Plus no intruders come to stay. That works for I and Cass, as then I won't have to run under the bed with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Halloween is here.
The kiddies all cheer.
Many adults shrug.
Treat it like a bug.
A bug the cat eats.
Hey, yearly treats.
Beats once a day.
And no costume at play.
Back to it.
This is such a hit.
Why is that?
Not following the cat?
Don't ask until done.
You take away my fun.
Maybe if I would stay on task,
You wouldn't need to ask.
The best because,
There is little buzz.
No commercials by the ton.
Kids go and have fun.
No meals to be made.
No gifts to buy and trade.
No extended family around.
No forced holiday is found.
Can lock the door.
No kiddies any more.
Turn out the light,
Nothing is a fright.
No decorations in the cold.
No layaway crap on hold.
No carrying in any tree.
No carolers out bothering thee.
No forced displays of love.
No diaper, hopefully, wearing freak flying above.
No bunnies leaving poop, err umm, candy as they hop.
No mess that you need to get the mop.
One night and done.
Isn't that such fun?
No relatives bothering you.
Just a costumed kiddie or two.
Not sure Halloween is a real holiday. No work is off at ones bay. But we'll pretend it is like Hallmark does with that lovey dovey day biz. See why it beats all the rest? It isn't much of a pest. It is easy to do and make go away. Plus no intruders come to stay. That works for I and Cass, as then I won't have to run under the bed with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
October 28, 2017
Stick The Start In Your Heart!
The cat is amazed by those who have no view. Maybe their nose obstructs it at their zoo? That could be the case for some humans here and there. Others may have it so far up a certain place they don't care.
It's the day.
The day of love.
The best at play.
I swear to all above.
Today I get married.
My day is done.
Add $50K to get ferried,
I sure as hell won.
Mine's the best.
Beat all of you.
I passed the test.
The test of who?
It's the day.
The day of writing.
I'm having my say,
My words are igniting.
I've got the first page.
It's so well and good.
People will rant and rage.
Everywhere I'll be understood.
It's so great.
It's so grand.
This is my fate.
Why am I stuck in this sand?
It's the day,
The day I change.
I'll escape the fray,
And maybe rearrange.
I took a step.
A step back.
But I still have pep.
That I never lack.
I good and tried.
Tried to think.
My brain is fried,
It's so hard to blink.
Today is what matters.
Not the whole thing.
Look at those expensive wedding platters,
For years they'll be talking about my bling.
Pfffft says the cat. Long run is where it is at. Yeah, we could croak tomorrow with ease. I could get eaten by giant killer fleas. But the start isn't going to win the day no matter the words or shiny crap on display. A hell of a lot more is going to have to come due. Did the cat make you blue? Do you think all just falls in place and you keep a smile on your face? Pffft hopefully not. The cat may make fun a lot. Anything takes work, not just the start. It may even take work for some to pass a fart. Now the cat's rant has come to pass. I'll start another rant for tomorrow with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
It's the day.
The day of love.
The best at play.
I swear to all above.
Today I get married.
My day is done.
Add $50K to get ferried,
I sure as hell won.
Mine's the best.
Beat all of you.
I passed the test.
The test of who?
It's the day.
The day of writing.
I'm having my say,
My words are igniting.
I've got the first page.
It's so well and good.
People will rant and rage.
Everywhere I'll be understood.
It's so great.
It's so grand.
This is my fate.
Why am I stuck in this sand?
It's the day,
The day I change.
I'll escape the fray,
And maybe rearrange.
I took a step.
A step back.
But I still have pep.
That I never lack.
I good and tried.
Tried to think.
My brain is fried,
It's so hard to blink.
Today is what matters.
Not the whole thing.
Look at those expensive wedding platters,
For years they'll be talking about my bling.
Pfffft says the cat. Long run is where it is at. Yeah, we could croak tomorrow with ease. I could get eaten by giant killer fleas. But the start isn't going to win the day no matter the words or shiny crap on display. A hell of a lot more is going to have to come due. Did the cat make you blue? Do you think all just falls in place and you keep a smile on your face? Pffft hopefully not. The cat may make fun a lot. Anything takes work, not just the start. It may even take work for some to pass a fart. Now the cat's rant has come to pass. I'll start another rant for tomorrow with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
October 27, 2017
Level Life The Strife!
The cat heard a nut go on the other day about leveling up at his bay. Of course we thought it was a videogame. Nope, something far more lame.
Level up.
Fill you cup.
Easy to do.
Life is all you.
Join the parade.
Lie in the shade.
After you level.
Beat the devil.
Go from one to two.
You can be brand new.
Just follow our plan.
All will be your fan.
Did I mention it's free?
There is no fee.
That is if you collect.
Others you can't neglect.
Bring more in.
That is a win.
You won't pay,
Giving them a brighter day.
They'll thank you.
More will come due.
It goes on a slant.
You they'll chant.
Then you'll make three.
That gets a yipeeeeee.
Level three is great.
A magic mushroom trait.
No waggy tail,
Or frog suit fail.
Just a great grin,
Knowing you can win.
But don't hold back.
Grow your pack.
Cheaper by the more.
That deserves an encore.
Get more in.
Fill our tin.
Then one day soon,
You'll be a level four loon.
Yeah, those things still exist. I think those can stay on my never to do list. Stupid pyramid scheme crap. Ever run in to such a lass or chap? They sure can annoy as they pretend to bring you joy. When really they want you under so they can plunder. Don't you want to join now in mass? I'll stick to video games if I want to be a leveling up little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Level up.
Fill you cup.
Easy to do.
Life is all you.
Join the parade.
Lie in the shade.
After you level.
Beat the devil.
Go from one to two.
You can be brand new.
Just follow our plan.
All will be your fan.
Did I mention it's free?
There is no fee.
That is if you collect.
Others you can't neglect.
Bring more in.
That is a win.
You won't pay,
Giving them a brighter day.
They'll thank you.
More will come due.
It goes on a slant.
You they'll chant.
Then you'll make three.
That gets a yipeeeeee.
Level three is great.
A magic mushroom trait.
No waggy tail,
Or frog suit fail.
Just a great grin,
Knowing you can win.
But don't hold back.
Grow your pack.
Cheaper by the more.
That deserves an encore.
Get more in.
Fill our tin.
Then one day soon,
You'll be a level four loon.
Yeah, those things still exist. I think those can stay on my never to do list. Stupid pyramid scheme crap. Ever run in to such a lass or chap? They sure can annoy as they pretend to bring you joy. When really they want you under so they can plunder. Don't you want to join now in mass? I'll stick to video games if I want to be a leveling up little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
October 26, 2017
The Trillion Way Here Today!
The cat was hopping here and there the other day and this came into my vision on display. Sports in a trillion dollar industry a year and millions of people, if not billions, give a cheer. Ra, Ra, Ra like a nut. Let's scream and cheer at my hut.
Sports get played.
Maybe even gets you laid.
Or stuck at third base,
As around the bases you race.
Courts, fields and whatever.
A trillion dollar endeavor.
With that much dough,
A ra ra ra everywhere should be given a go.
Science Expo is up first.
Ra ra ra your burst.
Don't stay whelmed at all.
Shout like they have a basketball.
Our science is right.
We'll be dead tomorrow night.
No, our science is best.
We'll live to pass the test.
Our taxes are top notch.
I'll kick you in the crotch.
Just like some WWE guy,
If you disagree on the fly.
This is the best way.
I'll tax you each day.
The IRS is coming for you.
Watch for the body check to ensue.
My diagnosis is law.
Disagreeing gets the claw.
He has the plague.
This is not at all vague.
No way, you fool.
You are using the wrong tool.
He has the flu.
My words are so true.
This blog post is best.
I beat all the rest.
Don't you dare disagree with me.
But if you do, yell and scream with glee.
Then we'll be trillionaires too.
Buy everything sparkly new.
All from yelling and screaming like a nut.
Enjoy the useless in your rut.
Yelling and screaming may fail if you use that for actual important things at your lair. Or it is used against you. Do you go all sports nut with everything at your zoo? Do you even yell and scream? Whoopdi friggin doo about "your" team. Sorry, it's not yours one bit. Unless you work for it. But been down that road. Are you back in screaming mode? One trillion for playing useless things that most forget anyway. Now that is brilliant at ones bay. Sports have people fooled in mass. I'd like to fool people to the tune of a trillion dollars to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Sports get played.
Maybe even gets you laid.
Or stuck at third base,
As around the bases you race.
Courts, fields and whatever.
A trillion dollar endeavor.
With that much dough,
A ra ra ra everywhere should be given a go.
Science Expo is up first.
Ra ra ra your burst.
Don't stay whelmed at all.
Shout like they have a basketball.
Our science is right.
We'll be dead tomorrow night.
No, our science is best.
We'll live to pass the test.
Our taxes are top notch.
I'll kick you in the crotch.
Just like some WWE guy,
If you disagree on the fly.
This is the best way.
I'll tax you each day.
The IRS is coming for you.
Watch for the body check to ensue.
My diagnosis is law.
Disagreeing gets the claw.
He has the plague.
This is not at all vague.
No way, you fool.
You are using the wrong tool.
He has the flu.
My words are so true.
This blog post is best.
I beat all the rest.
Don't you dare disagree with me.
But if you do, yell and scream with glee.
Then we'll be trillionaires too.
Buy everything sparkly new.
All from yelling and screaming like a nut.
Enjoy the useless in your rut.
Yelling and screaming may fail if you use that for actual important things at your lair. Or it is used against you. Do you go all sports nut with everything at your zoo? Do you even yell and scream? Whoopdi friggin doo about "your" team. Sorry, it's not yours one bit. Unless you work for it. But been down that road. Are you back in screaming mode? One trillion for playing useless things that most forget anyway. Now that is brilliant at ones bay. Sports have people fooled in mass. I'd like to fool people to the tune of a trillion dollars to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
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