Pat Hatt's Blog, page 73

Sure Isn't Any With Odds Of The Many!

When you have a lot is it cheating? Odds may never be depleting. A lot to say here at my bay. So my odds go up like a frisky pup. When lots to view the odds sure go up too.

Marg, Donkeys, Cats Odds Multiply Like Rats
So many to play.Odds may go astray.With cats by the ton,And donkeys to run.
Wow, odds just shake.They do a triple take.They are just here.Easy and clear.
Cats on the bed.Easy day at club med.Cats in a tree.Easy post to see.
Cats in the barn.Can spin a yarn.Cats in the grass.A post comes to pass.
Donkey a rolling.A post comes a strolling.Donkey at play.A post on display.
Donkeys and cats.Chew no fats.Double the post.Odds high at this coast.
The camera gets eaten.Odds may be beaten.The cats all hide.Odds take a ride.
Whoops, there's another cat,Sitting on the welcome mat.Another on the car.Odds sure don't shrink far.
Internet goes out.Odds may pout.Computer goes bust.Odds may rust.
But it gets fixed.Odds are nixed.A post on display.Cat of the day.
Odds = Highly CattyAll That Fur Must Drive One Batty
Got cats every which way at your sea? How about a donkey or three? Hey, you might have a Donkey Kong game. So that can still be a maybe, sorta, yes to that claim. The cat is rather mean to other cats though. So we'd howl near her show. But with so many cats in mass, Marg will keep on a posting as long as my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Odds Make A Splash In A Flash!

Can something that isn't a thing make a splash at any wing? How would that work? Imaginary thing meet imaginary water for a splashing perk? The cat sure went on there. Odds are I always will at my lair.

Word Splash Odds Throw A Bash
Words are splashing.Dine and dashing.Can words dine?So confusing to the feline.
Odds are good,There at her hood.Although she does drive,Way away from her hive.
Yuck to that commute.I'd give it the boot.Then we'd go broke.Maybe more of a poke?
Oh, she gave a review.A good one too.Oh, there's a bad.Odds drop at her pad.
She gets tracked down.Author is from crazy town.They demand she retract.Then they surely act.
Act what, who knows.But odds go to new lows.Then they may spring back,As she lives vicariously at her shack.
Pics from others shown.Maybe even uses a drone.That is a good way to be.No travel death spree.
Look, another review.One for a movie came due.It is a good one as well.Damn, some critic raised hell.
How can she think that?Drones on like a gnat.Then she runs away.Stalker critic won't let her play.
Isn't online fun?Stalker and nuts by the ton.Odds sure are slimming.The lights may be dimming.
Odds = In Need Of ReviewAt Least They Aren't In The Loo
Do you review? Got a nut after you? Even if a review is good a nut may come after you at your hood. Don't you love the crazy internet nut cases? They usually won't even show their faces. Odds are she'll still be a blogging lass as I'm sure she can ignore any nuts like I do with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

The Odds Fly For Old One Eye!

The cat knows this will be low. That one eye sure makes it so. Pitch forks are at the ready. But we will see if the odds remain steady. Get your bets in. This one is a sure fire win

Old One Eye Odds Aren't Very Spry
The odds go high.High for old one eye.High to low.We just don't know.
First she can scare.No eyes by the pair.Just that one in the middle.So scary makes little kids piddle.
The pitch forks come out.The townsfolk scream and shout.They want her dead.Odds sure aren't fed.
Then there's the beach.She has one in reach.We know the odds sink there.So that one isn't rare.
Next it's the stairs.She climbs by the pairs.That many and she may trip.Whammo, goes down with a back flip.
Then she may work.That is a perk.A perk with the money.Posts may not show all sunny.
Oh right, that one.Can't forget such fun.She whines every day.Oh the dismay.
The odds are in pain.Here comes the migraine.Down they sure sink.I can't even think.
Took a few steps.Checked out some reps.Migraine be gone.A cyclops is on your lawn.
Wow, she could get fame.Old One Eye the scary dame.Scare your migraines away.Odds are she'll get pay.
Odds = Giving Me A MigraineCyclops Odds Are Just A Pain
Ever see a cyclops at your zoo? Old one eye sure has a one eyed view. Hey, she can't fool the cat. We saw her one eyed pic way back at her blog mat. Like to climb stairs too? She sure climbs a few. Step by step she goes with some sand on her toes. I hope she didn't make any kids piddle in sand. That sure wouldn't be grand. Has a migraine come to pass? I can be such an annoying little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

A Sliver Of Odds In Silver Pods!

Before we begin today's post looky, Fox will love looky, what we won at our coast.

Click here for the winning story, however gory.
And if you want to give the next one a go, hop on over to WEP's show.
Now back to our regularly scheduled post as we go all looky at Fox's coast.
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See what I did there? The old switcheroo at my lair. Blogger even says switcheroo is not a word. Isn't that absurd? Maybe Grammar Nazi will agree. I guess with these odds we may see.

The Lair Of The Silver Fox Odds May Be Better In Stocks
Odds aren't slim.They may be trim.Out of a limb.But they aren't slim.
For comics abound.Litter the ground.Or maybe a box.Maybe behind locks?
That may be bad.Lowers odds a tad.A thief breaks in to steal.A rather messy ordeal.
His internet goes.The library has woes.No way to speak.Odds up the creek.
No one dies.Good that no one cries.But no post to be had.RIP posts litter his pad.
He sees it all.Throne up on my wall.There very annoying.Grammar Nazi skills deploying.
But I'm not threw.That you new.Odds may be sinking.The bad grammar is winking.  
He goes on a spiel,About the whole ordeal.The odds go up.I filled his annoyance cup.
Then again he may stammer.Just curse all the bad grammar.He cries foul. Throws in the towel. 
Hmm odds either way.That's new today.Depends odds is weird.Diapers are to be feared.
Odds = Check The GrammarDon't Want Him To Bring Down The Hammer
A grammar nazi at your sea? That is a fun thing to be. Or umm maybe not. Depends on the plot. Maybe no one will die and no one will cry. Whoops, as I post that people did. Guess those odds we can get rid. More bad grammar from me. Silver Fox may flee. Could trip on his boxes of stuff in mass. Then he may really curse my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

What The Hell, Odds Can't Spell!

A grammar nazi's delight. Or maybe a fright. The odds are sure fickle this time. I can't even tell if they rhyme. Well the cat can with ease. Humans may not find it such a breeze.

Tabbies Of Trout Towne Odds Up Or Odds Down
Theese odds izz strange.Strangee like with range.Not sure on it though.May be off at my show.
Tabbies sayz when.When times ten.Boy, thiss is ruffSpeaking this stuff.
Wezz find it hard.Like finding the card.Peicking out thee right one.Sure can be tough to be done.
Back to the oddzz.Like those yummy codzz.Not those burd guys.You know, the thing that flies.
Unless penguin man.They may be a fan. Burds attacking lowers odds.They go back to cods.
Litter art is a winner.Be sure and eataz dinner.But odds could goes downe.If fame came to trout towne.
No blog posts to see.Instead an artz gallerie spree.
Showing at nine.The lives of the feline.
May also get eaten.Those ancestors can't bes beaten.But they look hungry as canz be.Don't mess with them at their sea.
Burds are back.What'z the flack?Burds and deer.Oh my, stand clear.
Odds of deer.Squirrels in the clear.Rabbits nearby.Odds mays lie.
Odds = Maybe A Burd KnowsJust Look At Those Grammar Blows 
Can you decipher their bad grammar speak? We can at our creek. Can't type it like they do though. That we sure know. Got critters in your yard? Are they making you a cranky bard? Are penguins a better burd? Or are they just as absurd? I guess I'll go eat a bass and think on that with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Odds In Beer Are Coming Near!

That would be rather bad. Betting while drunk may make you mad. When you wake up hung over and broke. That's enough to make anyone choke. But you could win. Also choking on the dough at your bin.

A Beer For The Shower Odds Climb The Tower
Why even try?Odds sure are high.They'll so be here.That is so clear.
Beer in a shower,Hour by hour.Whoops, fall and hit head.Blog is now dead.
Camping in the woods.Sure beats the hoods.Eaten by a bear.No more blogging at their lair.
Fat shaming at play.Oh the dismay.A fat person flattened each.No blogging in reach.
Going for a third.A new agent who's a turd.Except they are a killer too.No new blogs in view.
At a book retreat.Both left in defeat.Basic Instinct remake.New posts at stake.
Entered a cave.Thought it was a rave.Damn, it's a bear.Not the kind with hair.
Pissed off gun nuts,That are in gun ruts.That never ends good.These odds aren't understood.
An idiot takes offense.They are far too dense.So they really take a fence.Odds go up a few cents.
The football heads stage a comeback.They want to cause flack.Each can't decide which to show.Boy, these odds just may be low.
Odds = Go Get A BeerYou Have Something To Fear 
Ever get chased by a bear? Is camping a fun thing to do at your lair? Beer in the shower may not be a good idea if drunk as a skunk. Then you may go kerplunk. Odds sure did a flip flop from the start. Maybe there is some kind of plot. Watch those gun nuts when it comes to sass. They may gather in mass and pass more than gas. They'll never catch my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Odds Of Five Take A Dive!

Numbers sure show and can sure grow. Sometimes that is good, like money in your hood. Sometimes that is bad, like bills at your pad. A flip flop of cash. But we aren't delving into that bash.

My Five Men Odds At Zen
Betsy is here.A post shall be near.But odds say maybe not.Hmm what's with that plot?
Her tongue went numb.Ate a Raid sprayed plum.Now that was silly.Then all went chilly.
Her insides went numb too.What was she to do?Raid it away.Whoops, no post today.
Her computer caught fleas.They swung from the trees.In with the breeze.Warm computer, yes please.
The cats ate her cord.They were just bored.Needed a cordly snack.Attacked by the pack.
Her five men became six.That put in quite the nix.Blog title doesn't work anymore.How? Beats me at my shore.
She's good at surviving,Taking pics while driving.But whoops, caught by a cop.A jail house rock bid making blogging a flop.
Crazy auction attack.News at 11 won't lack.Barbie man wanted what she did.But she won the bid.
I didn't end well.That the odds tell.Oh, it's crazy neighbor guy.He continues to spy.
His tightey whities catch fire.The flames go higher.Her house catches on fire.Odds sure now expire.
Odds = Quite NumbAnd Really Then Some
Ever have a crazy auction attack? Maybe fleas by the pack? Those things are annoying as can be. Blood suckers can stay off me. How do five men become six? Hmm magic tricks? We won't even go there. Maybe she has hidden away a spare. Whoops, that just came to pass. I could not help my odd little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

The Kitchen Odds With Pea Pods!

The cat will chow down on anything at all. Including tacks at our hall. Hey, it was there to chew. Cassie tried one too. Pat made me spit it out though. Now I just eat things that make me go.

Canela Kitchen Odds Come A Hitchin'
Glory Dear is back.In cooking she doesn't lack.She takes pics of stuff too.Cooks up a storm at her zoo.
Odds are swell.Hear that bell?A new order is up.Can go fill your cup.
Can fill your plate too.That is easy to do.Something for all.Shines on her wall.
Dairy is still scary.But I can eat a berry.No mutt will get ahead of me.The cat shall eat with glee.
Oh no, a hairball.I splattered it on the wall.I took a pic of it.Scared more than a bit.
Odds down thanks to me?How can that be?It was just a hairball,Right here on my wall.
She's poisoning all?How dare her at her hall.Those recipes are fake?No one can even partake?
That is just rude.Tried to poison this dude.Her odds sink.Sink in a blink.
Her camera broke?Can't show but can choke.That was the cause of it.She went crazy with a no pic fit.
Odds are really sinking.Cooking and thinking.Can odds cook?It's poison, don't look!
Odds = CookedA Post Shall Be Booked
Did you know Gloria was trying to poison us all? Good thing the cat can have a hairball. But she is every so sly and won't get caught. So I'm sure a new post will be added to her plot. Is dairy scary to you? Not really scary to us but blah at our zoo. Get an enemy to be a food tester with that Glory Dear lass. She'll never get my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Odds At Play In Some Dream Bay!

Dreams are grand. Go for them in your land. Except maybe the weird ones. They can be scary by the tons. Some may come true, some may need a new view. But have to keep on a going. Enjoy the nightly dream showing.

Truedessa Odds In Umm Confessa
Odds are out.Or maybe they're in.What's that about?Let's take them for a spin.
They go low.She walks a nature trail.Fast or slow,That could fail.
Eaten by a bear.Ouch, and then some.Catch a psycho's stare.Who needs that chum?
Then there's the beach.There she goes.A giant litter box in reach,More than sand on the toes.
Catch something germy.Or get lost in the ocean.Either makes one squirmy,Causing quite the commotion.
Lost at sea.Could be grand.An island for thee.Treasure at hand.
Saved and rich.Can blog all day.Well worth the twitch.Odds go the other way.
Whoops, all a dream.That has to suck.Wait, still in the stream?What the umm fluck?
Lost in a dream.Lost in a mind.Quite the lost team.No blogging of any kind.
Wow, odds sunk.There they go.On that treasure they clunk.That was a dream? Oh!
Odds = Keep DreamingI Guess They Aren't Beaming
Can you get stuck in a dream? Would they call that some kind of coma stream? Hey, at least there you can be rich with treasure. That has to give one some pleasure. Maybe dream up a post. It could happen at one's coast. Beats get eaten by a bear though. That much I do know. I'll feed the bear the singing bass. He can choke on that instead of my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Odds Of Creation Get A Notation!

Isn't it fun to create? Can be anything that takes the bait. From words to cards to weird plants in yards. All can sure be done. Go for it as long as you find it fun. Don't go for it you are a mime. Fake things is just a crime.

BB Creations Odds With Card Plantations 
Odds are slim.Slim and prim.Prim and proper?Bah, call a grammar copper.
See? Created?Is it dated?That it may be.Like cards to see.
Christmas ones.She's got tons.Birthday ones.Even for nuns.
Up and up.Fills her cup.There is no stopping,The card cropping.
Made and waiting.Even after dating.A new post to show.Odds sure aren't low.
Movies of old.There to take hold.Movies of new.There are a few.
High are the odds.Dangling on fishing rods.Not sinking in the lake.No need for a double take.
Wait! A paper cut,There at her hut.Her finger can't linger.She may lose the finger.
Ah, now it's the hand.Odds sure aren't grand.Wow, the arm too?What a paper cut can do.
Hey diddle diddle.Odds are a riddle.Maybe stuck in the middle.With no fingers to twiddle.
Odds = Flip Card Open To SeeTwo Flipping Arms Will Make Them Higher For Thee
Wow, she may need a card after that paper cut. A get well one would do at her hut. Must have been some bacteria filled paper. Maybe it was really an attempted murder caper? The paper cut serial killer. Could be the next thriller. Do you create at your sea? I'm sure some things come to be. Thankfully most paper cuts just get sass from my ever so sassy little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.