Pat Hatt's Blog, page 75

A Rawkn Time With This Chime!

The cat would like to write this post, but I'm out on a date at my coast. Whoops, that isn't me. Damn, I shouldn't try and channel Robyn's sea. That is creepy. One may also get sleepy.

Rawkin Robyn Odds are a bobbin
The odds are in.They are slim.Whoops, there goes the sin.I guess they aren't so dim.
Robyn likes large.Slim won't work.Neither will quick discharge.Large and long is a perk.
Wow, went there.Odds are I would.We've got verses to spare.Were those odds understood?
That could be the why.Why no new posts fly.She's off under the sky,With some new guy.
But that works both ways.Are you lost in a daze?I'll get you out of this mazeDon't want to light up and cause a haze.
Odds are she'd write it.Give all the George flow.Especially if one's a twit.So odds may not be low.
But she may go into hiding.Those erotic readings abound.Could have the crowd dividing.Peepers may surround.
Odds fall once more.Sure not a perfect ten.Especially if she gives an encore.Damn, dirty men.
Then there is the chocolate trying.So much of that at her shore.Every type you can be spying.She even gives the score.
But chocolate gum may come.That would cause her to choke.Get stuck and all goes numb.Odds then go up in smoke.
Odds = Moderately LowPeepers and Bad Chocolate May Show
Hmmm, the cat thinks she will still be posting and the dating nuts shall get a roasting. Always a dating tale to tell. Most not so swell. Wouldn't choking on chocolate gum be a bad way to go? My, her odds are rather low. Slim just won't cut it at her sea. Neither will snip snipped like me. She better avoid choking and the crazy nuts in mass. If so, odds are she'll still be seen by my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

A Neko Day With Odds At Play!

The cats knows the odds exactly today. I have to go all fact at my bay. The facts are in. So we better give it a spin. Fact is I must. In facts I trust.


Adam  Just The Odds, Madam
Just the odds?No time for gods.Like Zeus was a king.That is a fact ring.
Like Zeus wasn't real.Quite the ordeal.There is a fear of fun.Cherophobia must be undone.
Just the odds?Don't send odd squads.I'm giving them to you.Hold your goats at your zoo.
Speaking of which,This may make you twitch.Bill goats pee on their own heads.Brings females to their beds.
Don't hiss and spit.But if you must do it,Aim for a pool.You'll fill two in your lifetime with all your drool.
Good thing it's not Monday.Cherophobia nuts get joined at play.Or would that be none play?Either way, more heart attacks on that day.
What was that?The odds from the cat?You'll get that fact.Wait for the final act.
Robert Zimmerman can carry a tune.Don't know him at your sand dune?Right Bob Dylan is his fake name.A bit more tame.
I may be a low percent.May not even make a dent.But penguin urine make up glaciers too.I bet that you never knew.
And here is a tale.A small child can join a whale.A blue one that is.And swim through its veins like nobody's biz.
Odds = Highly SureUnless He Gets A Jeopardy Brochure.
There will always be facts out there. Could do a billion posts at his lair. So the cat thinks he'll still be around. No dangerous things like killer clowns or disco abound. Maybe he'll get rich on Jeopardy though. So the odds aren't a sure thing thanks to that show. Know all those facts that came to pass? I'm just a fact finding little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

A Musing For Your Perusing!

The burbs are scary. Things can get hairy. Just ask Tom Hanks. You may need tanks. Hey, if Gremlins come you just may. So don't go rolling your eyes at your bay.

Bijoux Bytes Odds Of Burbs Sights
A little musing,For your perusing.That I've said.Let's put it to bed.
A little musing,For your perusing.Damn, the burbs are in my head.Stuck there and bring dread.
Bijoux lives there.Must be a tough lair.All those houses looking the same.Odds are not all is tame.
Odds are she may get bored,.Odds are she may stick up a billboard.Look, my house is different from yours.Odds are it may start wars.
The neighborhood watch,Will treat her like a sasquatch.They can't allow change.That in the burbs is strange.
Keep change inside.Mayberry needs it's pride.No changing of the tide.Or in comes the death ride.
A dog may crap in her yard.To them it isn't hard.She may slip and fall.Whoops, damn it all.
Her odds are sure sinking.The neighborhood is linking.Linking up against her change.No way can she rearrange.
Oh, and she takes trips too.Odds have went down the loo.The neighbors will get rid of the change when's she's gone.They'll "accidentally" set fire to her lawn.
No more computer at her sea.This is one weird odd spree.The burbs is such a scary place.Everyone wears a smiley face.
Odds = Rather LowShould She Become The Neighborhood Foe
Do you live in the burbs too? Is it as scary as her zoo? Did I embellish a bit? Hey, at least there is no hillbillies with it. That would be twice as bad. Think she'll survive at her Bytes from the Burbs pad? Odds aren't in her favor if change comes to pass. Or I may just be a crazy little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Odds On The Redneck Come On Deck!

Hmmm, this one may be tough. Figuring out such odds could be rough. Maybe Vegas can help me out. They know what odds may be about.

Just Keepin It Real, Folks Odds With Those Jokes
The redneck is on deck.May have to crane your neck.Yeah, the odds are that low.I'm sure there is no death though.
Whoops, I was wrong.Look at her play along.She's poking fun at super glued sex nuts.They may get her after out of their glued ruts.
Along come more.Enemies galore.They are everywhere.Odds are they'll only give an evil glare.
But what is this?She has Facebook page bliss?The blog is going down?Uh oh, odds dip in her town.
Wait, she got in the liquor.The words come quicker.She needs another outlet.Blogging is a safe bet.
Hmm, filled her cup.That makes the odds go up.Maybe just a little.The liquor could just produce spittle.
She needs home repairs.Like some new stairs.Haven't we been there before?Is this some rebooted encore?
She stated she'd never be back.Whoops, lied at her shack.That makes odds of a new post high.But will one in August 2017 fly?
I don't know.She may get sucked into a pimple popping show.Or have much laundry to do.Maybe dance disco like without a clue.
So the odds are in.She may give one a spin.But you got a 50/50 chance.All hinges on that disco dance. 
Odds = In BetweenFacebook may be her new disco scene.
What was your bet? What? You didn't bet yet? That is just rude. Is the redneck still around giving attitude? The cat shall see if it is true when this post comes due. She could have got sucked into some laundry craze or lost in a Facebook maze. The odds sure pile high against her in mass. Of course she could come back just to curse my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Hit The Trails Of Fails!

What if abounds.Hit those grounds.But stuck to one,With what if spun.
Spun on in.For the win.A win that's a lose?Not even a coin toss.
What if sinks.Get some winks.Some missing links.Humans thinks.
Would that be thunk?Go ask a skunk.They don't rhyme.They may not smell sublime.

Back on task.What if I ask?What if I don't?What if goes won't.

Won't is it.No what or if bit.Just a clear won't.Do you don't.

So don't you do.Headache for you?Haven't caught on?It will sure dawn.

A what if.There's your tiff.What if is a fail,Before you even hit the trail.

Better to do.Ditch the what if crew.Do and fail.Make a new trail.

Failure teaches.What if beaches.As it leaves you stuck.So on what if, back up the truck.

But wait there is more. IWSG is going to compete, not really, with Rosey's giveaway shore.
 Click here for a peer!

Don't need any of that. Yes, one may fall flat. One may fall flat 50 times over and over. May fail worse than a butt sniffing rover. But if you never do, nothing new can shine on through. So damn the what if. Forget that stupid tiff. Do and learn and then return. What if can choke on the gas of my little rhyming ass.Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Odds To The Dogs And Brown Logs!

The cat sees mutts every day, at least for now at our bay. One we like, the other can take a hike. Or just get a smack upside the head. Don't go sticking your nose in the cat's bed. Just saying. Now on with the odd playing.

Mary Odds Can Get Scary
Scary they are.Like hit by a car.Dogs have to walk.Maybe they'll squawk.
Or just yap,At some passerby chap.She won't see the car.Bam, needs to go to a bar.
Nature could win.She goes for a spin.A leaf falls on her head.She becomes a bird's bed.
Hmm that would be weird.Could her head get cleared?Bet the dogs would help.The bird would then yelp.
She could go for a slip.A slip on the backyard drip.The drip from the dogs.You know, brown logs.
They could eat her computer up.Just like a frisky pup.No more posting at all.At least until a new one comes to her hall.
My, the odds are sinking.The dogs must be drinking.They stopped making them tumble.Do I hear a rumble?
They ate everything in the house.Nothing left even for a mouse.She's got nothing to eat.The internet connection gets chucked for a treat.
She goes away.She does that at her bay.Traveling near and far.Whoops, plane instead of car.
Or the dogs have a fit.They do all of it.Odds are rather low.All because she gave a vacation a go.
Odds = To The DogsHopefully They Don't Lead Her Into Bogs
Who knew dogs made odds go so low? I've seen some give computer chewing a go. We just chew the cord at our sea. Hey, a cheaper replacement fee. Ever have a bird make a nest on your head? Bet that bird wound up dead. Dogs sure can eat homework and so much more. Maybe they'll eat her shoes and she can't leave her shore. The could up the odds to a new class. But we'll stick with those already given by my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

A What If Blue Sure Comes Due!

The cat is nearly a year ahead. Yep, I have put that many posts to bed. A lot can change in a year. Every day rhymes can at any time be kicked into gear. But rhymes about bloggers can change as they go away. So for August, and last day of July, the what if odds game will come to play.

Fundy Blue Odds For New
Today it's Fundy Blue.Taking bets at my zoo.Better get them in,Before this post hits its final spin.
Odds of still posting.Odds of the cat roasting.One is greater than the other.If you don't know, ask your mother.
She travels here and there.Not sure I've seen her swear.That means odds of getting shot are down,As she drives about town.
You Americans carry guns.Gun totting nuns.That would give me the runs.Be scary by tons.
She researches a lot.Could stumble onto a dastardly plot.Could be that of a killer northern clown. That takes the odds down.
She travels near and far.Not much by car.Those planes are big.They can dance a jig.
And when they dance,One can only glance.As boom they go.My, her odds are low.
She goes to Hawaii's coast.There she could roast.The sun may get to her.A sunburn that could spur.
Or she could drown in the water.Maybe she can swim like an otter?Even odds could be got there.Still not looking good for her lair.
The odds are in.A post she will still spin.Whether or not it's scheduled though,I just don't know.
Odds = Kinda LowWith All That Travel and Killer Clowns You Never Know
Geez, Fundy Blue does dangerous stuff. A northern killer clown plot would be rough. Is she still posting come August 2017? I guess we shall see at her scene. Lots of what ifs that could lead to her demise. Odds are though she won't feed flies. What? The cat is just having fun with odds at his sea. I may get to thee. Maybe she just quit the blogging pass. I guess we shall see if she's still around and I'm a right little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Challenging It Is With This Quiz!

The cat will quiz you today. Yep, such a challenge it will be on display. I am going to make you work. Isn't that a perk? Using your mind. Damn, I may break mankind.

2 plus 2.
What comes due?
Take your time,
With my challenging chime.

2 minus 2.
No rushing from you.
Make sure to think it over.
It is okay to ask rover.

2 times 2.
Really getting hard for you.
Work it out on paper.
Even us a calculator for this caper.

2 divided by 2.
Are you turning blue?
I know, such hard work.
Isn't such a challenge a perk?

Now we get rough.
This next section is tough.
Challenging it will be.
But I, kinda, believe in thee.

1 plus 1.
Give it a run.
I know it is tricky.
Aren't challenges icky?

1 minus 1.
Damn, this isn't fun.
It is soooo hard.
Forever you'll be scarred.

1 times 1.
You're under the gun.
We are almost done.
Hint: the answer isn't none.

1 divided by 1.
What could be spun?
This is so hard on the head.
This challenge may leave you dead.

Now add all the answers together.
This challenge you can weather.
Hint: Look on the back of this post.
There the answer you can toast.

Weren't you challenged today? My, what a challenge at my bay. Can you tell I'm being a sarcastic cat? Pfffft to any of that. Have people become so dumb and brain umm numb that such meager challenges about are actually a challenge to more than trout? I'm talking average every day people too. Not learning disabilities at any zoo. Although you'd think many have one. They are so dumb by a ton. The definition of challenge may need to be changed. Or at least rearranged. If it is challenging when you are all but given the answer to it, then I'm a rhyming dog that can roll over and sit. That is all for my oh so challenging challenge pass. I challenge you to prove wrong my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

The Right Takes A Flight!

The cat is right. Right at my site. Right about what? Who cares at my hut. I'm just right. Pffft to any of that taking flight. Having a wrong can be fun to play along. But that we've done. So right on with the fun.

I'm right.
Right in my plight.
Right in my life.
Right about strife.

I'm right about it all.
Writing is on the wall.
Can't you see?
I'm right in front of thee.

Don't walk away.
Get back here, I say.
I'm right in everything.
Answer when I ring.

I'm sooo right.
Right day and night.
Don't talk to him.
He is just dim.

Talk to me.
I'm right, you see.
So talk to me alone.
Don't throw them a bone.

They aren't right.
They'll never see the light.
Their brain is dark.
They can't hit the mark.

I am right.
Right on sight.
So stand and hear.
Lend me your ear.

Don't go there.
Don't just glare.
Don't run away.
Don't say, hey.

Just listen to me.
Shut up at your sea.
Listen to what I have to say.
Damn everything else on display.

You don't agree?
Pffft who are thee?
You are just dumb.
I'm always right, chum.

Such idiots need to go take a hike. Or maybe get run over by a bike. Because while you may be right, saying it in a dumbass way won't make anyone bite. Some dogs may bite you for being an sob at your zoo. But that's the only bite you will receive as the rest leave. All depends on how you say it and if you aren't full of shit. The latter sure helps too. Can you get your point across with ease at your zoo? Can you do it without one wanting to give you sass? If not, you may get ignored by my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Crane Your Neck To The Rigged Deck!

Now gambling we've done, as a rhyme or two has surely been spun. But that happens right away. Did you know you could still be doing it at your bay? Rigged in every way. As there you stay.

Got a credit card.
Paid for the bigger yard.
Got a new loan.
Paid for a fancy drone.

Got another credit card.
Paid for an even bigger yard.
Got a new loan.
Paid for an even bigger drone.

Boy, this rhyme is lame.
Can make the same claim.
Which is more lame though?
The rhyme or the idiot spending the dough?

Guess what? It's a bet.
No legs broken, so don't fret.
Unless you go to a loan shark.
They may leave a mark.

You're betting you can pay it down
You're betting you won't frown.
You're betting the payments will be fine.
You're betting everything will align.

Whoops, lost job.
Whoops, you owe Bob.
Whoops, new expense came due.
Lost that bet, did you?

Now you're behind.
The goal of mankind.
Stay stuck in debt.
Play the rigged bet.

For you can get another loan.
A loan to cover the loan of your drone.
Yeah, that will help you out.
No more will you scream and shout.

Whoops, another expense is had.
Whoops, you need that latest fad.
Whoops, you bought more shoes.
Whoops, you act like it is new when you lose.

Not your fault at all.
Nope, not at your hall.
Society says you must.
In a new loan you can trust.

Pfffffffffffffft to such brain dead people any day. It is a bet at your bay. I suppose at least you get something for it. But doesn't mean you still won't throw a poor pitiful me fit. Well poor pitiful you did it to your poor pitiful self. Wasn't a merry little elf. It's a rigged deck any day and yet you still play. Just long term gambling. Know anyone who fits my rambling? Bet you know many in mass. They'll get no sympathy from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.