Pat Hatt's Blog, page 80
June 17, 2017
Bigger Is Grand Across The Land!
Look at the big things you humans do. My, there are quite a few. Big boats and big buildings are had. Even big theme parks you add. But is bigger better or worse? It could just be a curse.
A grand hotel.
Ring the bell.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
May as well get stood up dating.
A small hotel.
Ring the bell.
How may I help you?
Wow, no lines in view.
A giant theme park.
It sure has bark.
Let's buy some tickets.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, do I hear crickets?
A small theme park.
Can still light up the dark.
Got the tickets and ready to play.
Home with no fuss at the end of the day.
A giant office.
Shake the dust off us.
Who's us though?
So many, damned if I know.
A small office.
Can't get people off us.
Everyone knows you.
Could annoy a few.
A giant office.
No dust on us.
Can move within.
Promotions aren't a sin.
A small office.
Dust on us.
Stuck in one place.
Could forever be the case.
A giant theme park.
Sure leaves its mark.
Big rides and more places for fun.
Something for everyone.
A small theme park.
May not have bark.
Not as much to do.
Could be home by two.
A giant hotel.
Ring the bell.
Waiting, waiting, waiting...found.
Cheaper rates, but may not astound.
A small hotel.
A small room to dwell.
Not many added perks.
Can't afford the works.
A flip flop view. Which is better to you? Bigger or smaller? Shorter or taller? Did your mind just go to the gutter? There is no need to stutter. Buildings and such are on what we touch. The cat is snip snip you know. Are big hotels a foe? The cat gets annoyed by a huge human mass. I'll stay home with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
A grand hotel.
Ring the bell.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
May as well get stood up dating.
A small hotel.
Ring the bell.
How may I help you?
Wow, no lines in view.
A giant theme park.
It sure has bark.
Let's buy some tickets.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, do I hear crickets?
A small theme park.
Can still light up the dark.
Got the tickets and ready to play.
Home with no fuss at the end of the day.
A giant office.
Shake the dust off us.
Who's us though?
So many, damned if I know.
A small office.
Can't get people off us.
Everyone knows you.
Could annoy a few.
A giant office.
No dust on us.
Can move within.
Promotions aren't a sin.
A small office.
Dust on us.
Stuck in one place.
Could forever be the case.
A giant theme park.
Sure leaves its mark.
Big rides and more places for fun.
Something for everyone.
A small theme park.
May not have bark.
Not as much to do.
Could be home by two.
A giant hotel.
Ring the bell.
Waiting, waiting, waiting...found.
Cheaper rates, but may not astound.
A small hotel.
A small room to dwell.
Not many added perks.
Can't afford the works.
A flip flop view. Which is better to you? Bigger or smaller? Shorter or taller? Did your mind just go to the gutter? There is no need to stutter. Buildings and such are on what we touch. The cat is snip snip you know. Are big hotels a foe? The cat gets annoyed by a huge human mass. I'll stay home with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 16, 2017
Pick A Team Or Live Stream!
The cat touched on this before but it extends to many a shore. Not just sports on the go as people cheer to and fro. Yeah, they yell at a TV. Like anyone can hear thee?
Can't stay whelmed.
Your team is helmed.
Your team? Riiiight!
Been down that stair flight.
Now it's new.
It's all about you.
Or should I say we?
Beats the heck out of me.
We aren't doing so good.
Common in many a hood.
But when out slips the "we,"
What is being done by thee?
Eating and watching TV?
My, that includes we.
Looking at your phone on the pot?
Damn, that may be germy by a lot.
Watching on Youtube?
Your we is such a boob.
No, not an x-rated one.
Although there is a we in that run.
Unless you go more.
Like we as a gender encore.
The male is just bad,
So the we gets mad.
When really you watched it.
Could be some scary shit.
Even if it gave you a thrill,
No other we fit the bill.
More than sports.
Sports and courts.
Told you so.
Now onward we go.
My guys are winning.
That isn't sinning.
Look at them play.
They hit a,b,b,b,a.
Fast on the button.
Sure not a glutton.
We watched the video game.
Wow, we is just lame.
Are you a we? Better not tell me. We three may make fun. More than whelmed with your we run. More like weeeeeeee as you cheer with glee. Acting like you did something for the lose or win. Hey, I think you got mustard on your chin. That can be good luck, right? Pfffft you know what I think of luck at my site. Now I am done making fun of the human mass. At least until the next observation from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Can't stay whelmed.
Your team is helmed.
Your team? Riiiight!
Been down that stair flight.
Now it's new.
It's all about you.
Or should I say we?
Beats the heck out of me.
We aren't doing so good.
Common in many a hood.
But when out slips the "we,"
What is being done by thee?
Eating and watching TV?
My, that includes we.
Looking at your phone on the pot?
Damn, that may be germy by a lot.
Watching on Youtube?
Your we is such a boob.
No, not an x-rated one.
Although there is a we in that run.
Unless you go more.
Like we as a gender encore.
The male is just bad,
So the we gets mad.
When really you watched it.
Could be some scary shit.
Even if it gave you a thrill,
No other we fit the bill.
More than sports.
Sports and courts.
Told you so.
Now onward we go.
My guys are winning.
That isn't sinning.
Look at them play.
They hit a,b,b,b,a.
Fast on the button.
Sure not a glutton.
We watched the video game.
Wow, we is just lame.
Are you a we? Better not tell me. We three may make fun. More than whelmed with your we run. More like weeeeeeee as you cheer with glee. Acting like you did something for the lose or win. Hey, I think you got mustard on your chin. That can be good luck, right? Pfffft you know what I think of luck at my site. Now I am done making fun of the human mass. At least until the next observation from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 15, 2017
Purr Empire Part...What From This Nut?
Did you think the cat was going to type it all out here? That is just too much work for my rhyming rear. What was that? I just have to copy Blue and copy and paste what was written from Pat? Damn, I am busted at my sea. I just went and hooked thee. Now to find out where it goes you'll have to look to another book added to my rows.
Click Here For A Peer!
Cassie, Orlin and their crazy human Pat are once again up to their eyeballs in scat. In the fifth go around, walking, talking animals are found. Duke Drazin does not think much of any of it. He's also back to throw a fit. Who's fault is it this time? Why are humans no longer in their prime? All that and answers you never want to know surely will show.
So join the crew as they become human stew. Hey, at least two. The cats are too smart to have that come due. They deal with animals of every kind. Pat loses his mind. Even some sort of superhero and mysterious island comes into play. So come and find out if the crew can survive another very long and strange day.
That makes another tale that has been spun. The work of the cat is never done. Oh yeah, we'll give Pat a little credit for it. But only if it's not a hit. Then he can have the credit all to himself. It now sits on our shelf. Think you know where it will go? My brain is strange, you know. A rhyming cat, a god, crazy Pat and prissy Cass. Never know what will flow from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Click Here For A Peer!
Cassie, Orlin and their crazy human Pat are once again up to their eyeballs in scat. In the fifth go around, walking, talking animals are found. Duke Drazin does not think much of any of it. He's also back to throw a fit. Who's fault is it this time? Why are humans no longer in their prime? All that and answers you never want to know surely will show.
So join the crew as they become human stew. Hey, at least two. The cats are too smart to have that come due. They deal with animals of every kind. Pat loses his mind. Even some sort of superhero and mysterious island comes into play. So come and find out if the crew can survive another very long and strange day.
That makes another tale that has been spun. The work of the cat is never done. Oh yeah, we'll give Pat a little credit for it. But only if it's not a hit. Then he can have the credit all to himself. It now sits on our shelf. Think you know where it will go? My brain is strange, you know. A rhyming cat, a god, crazy Pat and prissy Cass. Never know what will flow from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 14, 2017
The Start To A Fart?
Don't worry there is no passing gas. That we'll save for the end with my little rhyming ass. For now we will get started fast. I want to make this post a thing of the past.
Away we go.
To where, don't know.
Maybe don't care.
No time to spare.
I'm creating a post.
A post at my coast.
It will be created,
Leaving all elated.
I'll get 50,000 hits.
May give some the shits.
It will be that grand.
I'll receive a hand.
I'll need to bow.
It will wow.
More than whelmed,
Will be helmed.
Even bad grammar,
Won't make any stammer.
I'll be a worldwide hit.
People will throw a fit.
It will lead to much.
Books, movies and such.
I'll be ever so rich.
A butler will scratch every itch.
Or make that a maid.
It's a better trade.
I think I can trust her,
With that feather duster.
I'll be sung about.
People see me and shout.
They'll rant and rave,
Gold paths I'll pave.
Even when I'm dead,
I'll be forever read.
All from this post,
Here at my coast.
My first post ever.
It will be such an endeavor.
Nothing else will compare.
To start, do I dare?
Sadly, some believe that all it takes is one post, one book or whatever to bring about such an endeavor. Are you ones of those? Care to buy my bridge that's shaped like a rose? It will help you when the world bows to you. Trust me, it's true. The key is to start and keep at it. Not going to start with a #1 hit. May never come due. Sorry to disappoint you. Now feel free to smell the gas that just came out my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Away we go.
To where, don't know.
Maybe don't care.
No time to spare.
I'm creating a post.
A post at my coast.
It will be created,
Leaving all elated.
I'll get 50,000 hits.
May give some the shits.
It will be that grand.
I'll receive a hand.
I'll need to bow.
It will wow.
More than whelmed,
Will be helmed.
Even bad grammar,
Won't make any stammer.
I'll be a worldwide hit.
People will throw a fit.
It will lead to much.
Books, movies and such.
I'll be ever so rich.
A butler will scratch every itch.
Or make that a maid.
It's a better trade.
I think I can trust her,
With that feather duster.
I'll be sung about.
People see me and shout.
They'll rant and rave,
Gold paths I'll pave.
Even when I'm dead,
I'll be forever read.
All from this post,
Here at my coast.
My first post ever.
It will be such an endeavor.
Nothing else will compare.
To start, do I dare?
Sadly, some believe that all it takes is one post, one book or whatever to bring about such an endeavor. Are you ones of those? Care to buy my bridge that's shaped like a rose? It will help you when the world bows to you. Trust me, it's true. The key is to start and keep at it. Not going to start with a #1 hit. May never come due. Sorry to disappoint you. Now feel free to smell the gas that just came out my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 13, 2017
A Breakthrough Comes Due!
The cat is breaking on through. Nah, no break at my zoo. No break being through. But a breakthrough in view. Catch on yet? You will I bet.
I've broken through.
Through to you.
Aren't you happy?
What? You're sappy?
Confused and abused?
Hey, I'm amused.
That's no breakthrough.
That you knew.
Look, there's a cloud.
Oops, the sun is too proud.
It broke on through.
A true breakthrough in view.
But the internet?
Yeah, great you can bet.
Brought everyone closer together.
Can even yap about the weather.
But was it a breakthrough?
Yes just came from you.
I saw you nodding your head.
Did you hear what I said?
Was it a breakthrough?
Still yes from you?
Then tell me please,
Did it break through the breeze?
What did it break through?
A wall at the zoo?
A wall made of brick?
Something rather umm sick?
The sun broke through.
Or is that true?
It shined on through.
Maybe it's rays in view?
But the internet broke through?
Did it break you?
Are you now agreeing just to agree?
Damn, the internet has corrupted thee.
It's got you under its thumb.
Hmm but it doesn't have a thumb or bum.
Can a non existent entity break through anything?
I wonder how it ever has a fling.
Actually I shouldn't wonder that. I may get lots of brain scat. The scary things are on it. But was it a break through hit? Or was it just a hit? Damn, this is some confusing shit. The cat just had to shine the light. Like a flashlight breaking through the night. Can it break through a dark non physical mass? This all just amuses my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
I've broken through.
Through to you.
Aren't you happy?
What? You're sappy?
Confused and abused?
Hey, I'm amused.
That's no breakthrough.
That you knew.
Look, there's a cloud.
Oops, the sun is too proud.
It broke on through.
A true breakthrough in view.
But the internet?
Yeah, great you can bet.
Brought everyone closer together.
Can even yap about the weather.
But was it a breakthrough?
Yes just came from you.
I saw you nodding your head.
Did you hear what I said?
Was it a breakthrough?
Still yes from you?
Then tell me please,
Did it break through the breeze?
What did it break through?
A wall at the zoo?
A wall made of brick?
Something rather umm sick?
The sun broke through.
Or is that true?
It shined on through.
Maybe it's rays in view?
But the internet broke through?
Did it break you?
Are you now agreeing just to agree?
Damn, the internet has corrupted thee.
It's got you under its thumb.
Hmm but it doesn't have a thumb or bum.
Can a non existent entity break through anything?
I wonder how it ever has a fling.
Actually I shouldn't wonder that. I may get lots of brain scat. The scary things are on it. But was it a break through hit? Or was it just a hit? Damn, this is some confusing shit. The cat just had to shine the light. Like a flashlight breaking through the night. Can it break through a dark non physical mass? This all just amuses my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 12, 2017
A Day Out, What's That About?
The cat was lying about when the dogs went out. I mean they went out far. They even had to go in a car. Why the heck would they want that? Sure beats this cat.
There they go. Pfft fine by me.They are my foe.On them I'd like to pee.
Bat dog in the car. That seems fun.Who wants to go far?I'll stay home and run.
Two for one.Drooling all the way. Hot in the sun.AC where I lay.
And one in the back,Sure had to go. If bags you lack,May be landmines in a row.
Run through sand.Who wants to play there?For if you dig into the land,You'll fine droppings to spare.
Now onto the grass. Not so much greener.Looks like on it someone rubbed their ass.My bed is far cleaner.
Look! It's green.Rain made it clean.A germy ball on screen.At least chasing it keeps her lean.
Back to the sniff.A two for one.Get double the whiff?The big one is done.
And then finding a good spot.After you've sniffed a lot.Roll in it like a comfy cot.Yep, going out for me isn't sought.
They are nuts. I'll stay up here.Crazy old mutts.Hey, at least their nose isn't up my rear.
Ready to go roll around in a field? To that I think humans will yield. Unless they are rolling for umm fun. Then they may roll before done. Could get arrested too, if the coppers see you. Watch out for dog crap and what's beneath the giant litter box sand trap. Who'd want that rotten grass? I prefer green stuff for my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
There they go. Pfft fine by me.They are my foe.On them I'd like to pee.
Bat dog in the car. That seems fun.Who wants to go far?I'll stay home and run.
Two for one.Drooling all the way. Hot in the sun.AC where I lay.
And one in the back,Sure had to go. If bags you lack,May be landmines in a row.
Run through sand.Who wants to play there?For if you dig into the land,You'll fine droppings to spare.
Now onto the grass. Not so much greener.Looks like on it someone rubbed their ass.My bed is far cleaner.
Look! It's green.Rain made it clean.A germy ball on screen.At least chasing it keeps her lean.
Back to the sniff.A two for one.Get double the whiff?The big one is done.
And then finding a good spot.After you've sniffed a lot.Roll in it like a comfy cot.Yep, going out for me isn't sought.
They are nuts. I'll stay up here.Crazy old mutts.Hey, at least their nose isn't up my rear.
Ready to go roll around in a field? To that I think humans will yield. Unless they are rolling for umm fun. Then they may roll before done. Could get arrested too, if the coppers see you. Watch out for dog crap and what's beneath the giant litter box sand trap. Who'd want that rotten grass? I prefer green stuff for my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 11, 2017
A Travel Plan For A Winter Fan!
Betsy and Optimistic long name may like this one. They enjoy the snow a ton. The cat just shakes his head at that. I'll take a white stuff free doormat.
Come with me.
Let's go today.
Travel by sea,
I mean plane, okay?
2 flights a week.
In and out you go.
If it's cold you seek,
The wind shall blow.
Ittoqqortoormiit is your spot.
A head scratcher for me.
That twists the tongue a lot.
Can it be said by thee?
You can sleep in a cave.
A cave that is icy.
Then come home and rant and rave.
Bah, I doubt it's too pricey.
Even a local bar.
The hospital is next door.
So they'll leave the door ajar,
So you trip when you explore.
Trip on a trip.
Now that is a head turner.
Ittoqqortoormiit makes you slip.
Are you a slow learner?
Better be fast.
A bear may come by.
Or a Santa reindeer cast.
You can even hunt them sans jolly old fat guy.
Deserted villages can be seen.
That may be a thrill.
For they will be all clean.
No dirt that's run of the mill.
Take dog sleds to get around.
Mutts everywhere and barking.
That would be an awful sound,
Plus each tree they'll be marking.
So get on a plane.
Go where there's ice.
If you can say Ittoqqortoormiit and stay sane,
Maybe they'll lower the price.
Are you ready to hop a plane now? Snow sure can wow. Maybe just ice. Not sure on the price. But too cold for lice. Isn't that nice? Ittoqqortoormiit is just a long flight away. But in icy caves you can play. Now I will pass the gas that trying to say Ittoqqortoormiit gave my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Come with me.
Let's go today.
Travel by sea,
I mean plane, okay?
2 flights a week.
In and out you go.
If it's cold you seek,
The wind shall blow.
Ittoqqortoormiit is your spot.
A head scratcher for me.
That twists the tongue a lot.
Can it be said by thee?
You can sleep in a cave.
A cave that is icy.
Then come home and rant and rave.
Bah, I doubt it's too pricey.
Even a local bar.
The hospital is next door.
So they'll leave the door ajar,
So you trip when you explore.
Trip on a trip.
Now that is a head turner.
Ittoqqortoormiit makes you slip.
Are you a slow learner?
Better be fast.
A bear may come by.
Or a Santa reindeer cast.
You can even hunt them sans jolly old fat guy.
Deserted villages can be seen.
That may be a thrill.
For they will be all clean.
No dirt that's run of the mill.
Take dog sleds to get around.
Mutts everywhere and barking.
That would be an awful sound,
Plus each tree they'll be marking.
So get on a plane.
Go where there's ice.
If you can say Ittoqqortoormiit and stay sane,
Maybe they'll lower the price.
Are you ready to hop a plane now? Snow sure can wow. Maybe just ice. Not sure on the price. But too cold for lice. Isn't that nice? Ittoqqortoormiit is just a long flight away. But in icy caves you can play. Now I will pass the gas that trying to say Ittoqqortoormiit gave my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 10, 2017
Isn't It Grand To Get A Hand?
The cat is getting handsy today. Don't go calling the SPCA. Or any other acronym thing. They don't need you to give their toll free number a ring. They'll just hand you off anyway. Okay, time for hands on play.
Who types and stands?
Give me a show of hands.
I can't see to teach.
You're out of hands reach.
I've got a hot hand now.
My win will really wow.
I lost by my own hand.
But I still took a dump in the sand.
Could use an extra pair of hands.
An octopus from far away lands.
Then I'd be ever so rare,
Going hand in hand at my lair.
Handsy with myself?
Could impress a pervert elf.
Just go hand over hand.
Hey, I never said go near a certain gland.
Wander hands may enjoy it though.
Where they wander I don't know.
Taking matters into ones own hands.
May want to be beneath the stands.
My left hand doesn't know what the right is doing.
Even if I'm out canoeing?
Why would I be hands on with that?
Canoeing doesn't equal fun for the cat.
Is one hand tied behind your back?
Kinky there at your shack.
Better than sitting on your hands.
That sure wouldn't work for bands.
The Hand Sitters.
Bet they'd be spitters.
If the band spits on you.
Hand to hand combat may come due.
I bet you'd get the upper hand.
Just make sure it is planned.
Or you may have your ass handed to you.
Now that truly would be ewww.
Looking for a hand out?
Go talk to the trout.
I am waited on hand and foot.
So I'll just hand you the bill and stay put.
Did you give me a hand? There are a few ways that can land. I have to hand it to you. You got hands on at my zoo. If a comment was handy. Otherwise you may have gotten mad there was no candy. I never said I'd hand anything out. What is handing an ass about? Do they rip off the buns and hand it over? Damn, that shouldn't even be done to rover. Did things get out of hand? Are you confused in your land? I think I'll hand it off to Cass. She can change hands with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Who types and stands?
Give me a show of hands.
I can't see to teach.
You're out of hands reach.
I've got a hot hand now.
My win will really wow.
I lost by my own hand.
But I still took a dump in the sand.
Could use an extra pair of hands.
An octopus from far away lands.
Then I'd be ever so rare,
Going hand in hand at my lair.
Handsy with myself?
Could impress a pervert elf.
Just go hand over hand.
Hey, I never said go near a certain gland.
Wander hands may enjoy it though.
Where they wander I don't know.
Taking matters into ones own hands.
May want to be beneath the stands.
My left hand doesn't know what the right is doing.
Even if I'm out canoeing?
Why would I be hands on with that?
Canoeing doesn't equal fun for the cat.
Is one hand tied behind your back?
Kinky there at your shack.
Better than sitting on your hands.
That sure wouldn't work for bands.
The Hand Sitters.
Bet they'd be spitters.
If the band spits on you.
Hand to hand combat may come due.
I bet you'd get the upper hand.
Just make sure it is planned.
Or you may have your ass handed to you.
Now that truly would be ewww.
Looking for a hand out?
Go talk to the trout.
I am waited on hand and foot.
So I'll just hand you the bill and stay put.
Did you give me a hand? There are a few ways that can land. I have to hand it to you. You got hands on at my zoo. If a comment was handy. Otherwise you may have gotten mad there was no candy. I never said I'd hand anything out. What is handing an ass about? Do they rip off the buns and hand it over? Damn, that shouldn't even be done to rover. Did things get out of hand? Are you confused in your land? I think I'll hand it off to Cass. She can change hands with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 9, 2017
Time To Get To It With This Hit!
Are you ready to get on it? On it where you sit? On what? Beats my at my hut. You can figure that one out or maybe ask a singing trout. They may get you some news or they may just sing you the blues.
Get on that.
I want that stat.
I want it added.
Ego needs to be padded.
I hit 1000 now.
Doesn't that wow?
1000 what you ask?
Pffft who cares about the task.
I have it is all.
I can stand tall.
But I need to get that.
Don't chew the fat.
Yeah, I got 1000 before.
Who cares at my shore.
I already have it.
I'm whelmed on that shit.
I want to get it.
Get a new hit.
I want to get it today.
I will get it come what may.
I got that new truck.
Damn, it costs many a buck.
But I got it all shiny new.
Don't you just love its view?
I need to get that.
I can't fall flat.
I need to get it soon.
It will look good under the moon.
Yeah, I got the truck.
But who gives a fluck.
I'm whelmed on it.
Already had it for a bit.
I got that new home.
It even has a garden gnome.
Doesn't it look ever so great?
Don't I have the best fate?
I have to get that thing.
For my supper I'll have to sing.
But I'll have it one day.
Yeah, I got the house, let's play.
Are you one of those? Where the getting surely flows. Then we you have you no longer care. You go back to the getting at your lair. I guess getting something can have more effort involved. Things may need to be solved. But is having so bad? Enough questions to drive one mad. I may consult the singing wall bass. He sings for his supper, or becomes it, to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Get on that.
I want that stat.
I want it added.
Ego needs to be padded.
I hit 1000 now.
Doesn't that wow?
1000 what you ask?
Pffft who cares about the task.
I have it is all.
I can stand tall.
But I need to get that.
Don't chew the fat.
Yeah, I got 1000 before.
Who cares at my shore.
I already have it.
I'm whelmed on that shit.
I want to get it.
Get a new hit.
I want to get it today.
I will get it come what may.
I got that new truck.
Damn, it costs many a buck.
But I got it all shiny new.
Don't you just love its view?
I need to get that.
I can't fall flat.
I need to get it soon.
It will look good under the moon.
Yeah, I got the truck.
But who gives a fluck.
I'm whelmed on it.
Already had it for a bit.
I got that new home.
It even has a garden gnome.
Doesn't it look ever so great?
Don't I have the best fate?
I have to get that thing.
For my supper I'll have to sing.
But I'll have it one day.
Yeah, I got the house, let's play.
Are you one of those? Where the getting surely flows. Then we you have you no longer care. You go back to the getting at your lair. I guess getting something can have more effort involved. Things may need to be solved. But is having so bad? Enough questions to drive one mad. I may consult the singing wall bass. He sings for his supper, or becomes it, to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
June 8, 2017
Purr Empire Part Five As All Take A Dive!
We had nowhere to go. The giant litter box had many a foe. Thanks to Blue Guy finally spotting his shoe we no longer had a shield in view. So we all did what anyone would. We jumped into the ocean and sunk into its scary hood. Cassie sure was not happy with getting wet but it beat another Tig Leader singing set.
"Under the sea is the place to be. There can be only..." Pat starred at us and waited for us to fuss. "Four. There can be only four."
We followed Pat's lead and found no drowning took seed. We could all breathe and talk under water for some reason. Before we could take it in some crab said that we committed treason. Thankfully he did not sing and was fat and blue. Him and Blue Guy must be related and from some weird alien zoo.
"Drazin has no time for this. Drazin will make you dinner."
"Avast ye land lubber, tell us why we can talk or walk the plank, scallywag."
We rolled our eyes at Pat as he said that. He really makes no sense no matter where we end up at.
"This is the sea of not. You will find it is where you will rot."
"All for boiling the crab?" Drazin got no refusal from any of us. The crab then started to fuss.
"Here in the sea of not, you must further the plot. If not you'll rot. I can tell you are the latter lot." The crab laughed and then faded away. I think I prefer Blue Guy's shoe foray.
"I hate water levels. Always hated water levels." Pat mumbled about water levels in video games, repeating his hate for them claims.
"At least I'm not wet. Maybe this ocean is fake?" Cassie tried to make sense of it while Pat continued his fit.
"Drazin would guess that too, fleabag. The sea of not is a dead giveaway."
"Adjust thy eyes, demon. We are in water. The liquid of life."
"Drazin really wants to smack your stupid human."
"Do it and I make a godly mook bleed."
"Can't we all get along? Let's sing the cheery under the sea song."
"Hell no!" They all shouted at me. I was just trying to give everyone glee.
"Thy feline has a point. This is a rhyming joint." Pat squinted and saw a tiny light as he rhymed. It was if the water was being mimed.
"Drazin refuses to rhyme anymore."
"Fine, stay stuck here. Won't bother my rhyming rear." I saw the same light as Pat and we were going to squash this fake sea flat. But then came the annoying part as out came a new foe like a fart. He just passed on in and blabbed how we could not win.
"You won't break it through. Nothing any human can due. Maybe just a few. But they were smarter than you."
"For a ninja and a mime, he really doesn't get the whole aspect of silence, does he?" Pat tilted his head finding Mime Ninja confusing, as he stared at the nut thinking it was all rather amusing.
"And is he a chameleon? Who is the dumb one here?" Cassie rolled her eyes and slashed the nut. His eyes bugged out as he stared at his cut.
"You made me bleed. That is not a nice deed. I shall drown you first, cat. Take that." Mime Ninja made his finger swirl and Cassie began to twirl. The water around her became real and she was getting wet, hating the whole ordeal.
"No worry at all. Just follow the bouncing ball." I began to rhyme and Cassie noticed I was stopping the Mime Ninja's crime. She held her breath the best she could while I sped it up in this fake water hood. "Under the fake sea. That is where life is free. No buzzing of a bee. No swimming in fish pee. Just so much fun under the fake sea. A Mime Ninja on a talking spree. A blue crab that's fat as can be. Drazin, Pat, Cassie and little old me. Here we swim all day in this fake kind of bay. Or is it an ocean? Bah, has the same motion. Are you following me? It's all good under the fake sea. And for all of that, here's a present from the cat. I promise this one isn't fake, so feel free to partake. It's just for you. May blind your view. But totally from me under the great fake sea."
"That is disgusting." Drazin curled up his nose as I let pee rip from me like a hose.
"How can this be? I'm cut and covered in pee. She is free. This can't be under the fake sea." Mime Ninja tried to wave the cloud of pee from his eyes, proving again he was not so wise. For I think he got some in his yap as he spoke. That is so nasty that Pat began to choke.
"What do you say we leave this fake sea? I'm all wet and need a grooming to come to be."
"I'm with Cassie. She's more classy. She didn't pee in a Mime's mouth. I guess that's what happens when your brain heads south." Pat looked away and we all glared at Drazin waiting for him to have his say.
"Fine. Drazin will play. Let's get Drazin out of this stupid fish bait bay."
After Drazin finished his lame rhyme, poof went the mime. He burst to little bits of shiny stuff. At least this ninja we did not have to see in the buff. The fake ocean parted in front of us as well. We found it rather swell. It was like we were in some underwater motel place, surrounded by the fake ocean's embrace.
"More walking. Why does it always have to be more walking?" Pat grumbled as we walked on the fake ocean floor, going the opposite way from the singing animal filled shore. We went a few miles, all of us turning up the whiny dials. At least I whined in rhyme. That makes it a much better time.
"Drazin would say Drazin is seeing things, but nothing surprises Drazin when Drazin is with you fleabags."
"Says the godly mook who lives on Plumtoad. Please."
We all stared at the cow dressed in a doctor's scrubs. He was doing experiments on tiny little grubs. They could actually speak too. But only little squeaks were heard by our crew. Pat turned away as the cow ate a bunch of different ingredients and stuff. He then gave a huff and a puff. He spit them all back up in pill form. To Dr. Regurgitation that was the norm.
"Is he done? Please say he's done."
"Drazin thinks your crazy human needs to work on that grossed out thing." Drazin laughed and made noise like he does and soon the whole area was all abuzz.
"Good going, godly mook." Cassie bent down, ready to strike. This buzzing noise we did not like.
"Welcome, new patients. I will be your doctor for your stay with us. We will get you well. No longer will you see things that aren't there. I promise."
"The only one that needs therapy is their crazy human. Leave Drazin out of this."
"That eye glowing is part of a severe condition, my friend. But we'll fix you up."
Cassie and I snickered at Drazin as he made his eyes stop glowing. That is when we saw a new showing. Dr. Regurgitation took a pill of his own making and he turned into a human that was breath taking. If one is into models and such. This cat does not care very much.
"I see you are confused. Your minds are becoming clearer just by being here and now you see the true me. Your surroundings are all an illusion. You never left your apartment."
"Oh screw this. I'm so not going down the whole the world is fake but real road. That has been done to death. Every long running show does it. Screw that." Pat got over his disgust for Dr. Regurgitation and marched up to him with no hesitation. He grabbed him by the throat and stuffed enough pills down it to fill a boat.
"Your crazy human has his uses, fleabags." Drazin was clearly impressed after that he confessed.
"Wow. You don't see that every day." Cassie smiled as Pat jumped back. New form Dr. Regurgitation sure did not lack.
The buzzing stopped as Dr. Regurgitation turned into every animal in the book. Some of his forms we have never even gave a look. He grabbed his throat and tried to hurl them up as he turned into a pup. But that was his final form. The area now looked like a first year dorm. Dr. Regurgitation blew up and sent splatter everywhere. Pat had it on him from his shoes to his hair. We were ready for him to faint on us. Instead one of his voices began to fuss.
"This is the way of war. The scars we make and the gunk we sour..."
"Enough. Drazin can't take much more." Drazin flicked a few pieces of Dr. Regurgitation splatter of his arm and he was ready to cause harm. I think he got mad that Pat had all the fun. If you can call fun getting guts on you by the ton.
"Pat, keep talking. Maybe you won't notice until we find real water." Cassie walked on by as he had turned into quite the blabbering guy.
Cassie and I remained gut free while Pat and Drazin followed us across the fake sea. Then we came to a glowing white light. It was quite the sight. You would go blind if you looked at it too long. That is all kinds of wrong.
"Pat! Don't!" Cassie tried to stop Pat but he was still a yapping dingbat. That splatter really made him lose his mind. He walked into the light yapping about war's grind.
"Drazin takes back what Drazin said about your crazy human."
"Let's go. What's on the other side we now have to know."
"Fleabags. Why does Drazin follow fleabags."
Cassie and I jumped on in and Drazin also took the bright light for a spin. We all doubted it meant death after a fake ocean that does not leave you out of breath. But there was probably a foe on the other side and, thanks to Pat, we had to take the ride.
*************************
Breathing under water sure is grand. Don't you wish you can do that like on land? But then going down too far would crush you. Hey, could weed out the dumb humans at each zoo. I guess we shall see what is in the white light. I hope it is not a fright. Maybe it's a door that will give us a home hall pass? Probably just wishful thinking from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
"Under the sea is the place to be. There can be only..." Pat starred at us and waited for us to fuss. "Four. There can be only four."
We followed Pat's lead and found no drowning took seed. We could all breathe and talk under water for some reason. Before we could take it in some crab said that we committed treason. Thankfully he did not sing and was fat and blue. Him and Blue Guy must be related and from some weird alien zoo.
"Drazin has no time for this. Drazin will make you dinner."
"Avast ye land lubber, tell us why we can talk or walk the plank, scallywag."
We rolled our eyes at Pat as he said that. He really makes no sense no matter where we end up at.
"This is the sea of not. You will find it is where you will rot."
"All for boiling the crab?" Drazin got no refusal from any of us. The crab then started to fuss.
"Here in the sea of not, you must further the plot. If not you'll rot. I can tell you are the latter lot." The crab laughed and then faded away. I think I prefer Blue Guy's shoe foray.
"I hate water levels. Always hated water levels." Pat mumbled about water levels in video games, repeating his hate for them claims.
"At least I'm not wet. Maybe this ocean is fake?" Cassie tried to make sense of it while Pat continued his fit.
"Drazin would guess that too, fleabag. The sea of not is a dead giveaway."
"Adjust thy eyes, demon. We are in water. The liquid of life."
"Drazin really wants to smack your stupid human."
"Do it and I make a godly mook bleed."
"Can't we all get along? Let's sing the cheery under the sea song."
"Hell no!" They all shouted at me. I was just trying to give everyone glee.
"Thy feline has a point. This is a rhyming joint." Pat squinted and saw a tiny light as he rhymed. It was if the water was being mimed.
"Drazin refuses to rhyme anymore."
"Fine, stay stuck here. Won't bother my rhyming rear." I saw the same light as Pat and we were going to squash this fake sea flat. But then came the annoying part as out came a new foe like a fart. He just passed on in and blabbed how we could not win.
"You won't break it through. Nothing any human can due. Maybe just a few. But they were smarter than you."
"For a ninja and a mime, he really doesn't get the whole aspect of silence, does he?" Pat tilted his head finding Mime Ninja confusing, as he stared at the nut thinking it was all rather amusing.
"And is he a chameleon? Who is the dumb one here?" Cassie rolled her eyes and slashed the nut. His eyes bugged out as he stared at his cut.
"You made me bleed. That is not a nice deed. I shall drown you first, cat. Take that." Mime Ninja made his finger swirl and Cassie began to twirl. The water around her became real and she was getting wet, hating the whole ordeal.
"No worry at all. Just follow the bouncing ball." I began to rhyme and Cassie noticed I was stopping the Mime Ninja's crime. She held her breath the best she could while I sped it up in this fake water hood. "Under the fake sea. That is where life is free. No buzzing of a bee. No swimming in fish pee. Just so much fun under the fake sea. A Mime Ninja on a talking spree. A blue crab that's fat as can be. Drazin, Pat, Cassie and little old me. Here we swim all day in this fake kind of bay. Or is it an ocean? Bah, has the same motion. Are you following me? It's all good under the fake sea. And for all of that, here's a present from the cat. I promise this one isn't fake, so feel free to partake. It's just for you. May blind your view. But totally from me under the great fake sea."
"That is disgusting." Drazin curled up his nose as I let pee rip from me like a hose.
"How can this be? I'm cut and covered in pee. She is free. This can't be under the fake sea." Mime Ninja tried to wave the cloud of pee from his eyes, proving again he was not so wise. For I think he got some in his yap as he spoke. That is so nasty that Pat began to choke.
"What do you say we leave this fake sea? I'm all wet and need a grooming to come to be."
"I'm with Cassie. She's more classy. She didn't pee in a Mime's mouth. I guess that's what happens when your brain heads south." Pat looked away and we all glared at Drazin waiting for him to have his say.
"Fine. Drazin will play. Let's get Drazin out of this stupid fish bait bay."
After Drazin finished his lame rhyme, poof went the mime. He burst to little bits of shiny stuff. At least this ninja we did not have to see in the buff. The fake ocean parted in front of us as well. We found it rather swell. It was like we were in some underwater motel place, surrounded by the fake ocean's embrace.
"More walking. Why does it always have to be more walking?" Pat grumbled as we walked on the fake ocean floor, going the opposite way from the singing animal filled shore. We went a few miles, all of us turning up the whiny dials. At least I whined in rhyme. That makes it a much better time.
"Drazin would say Drazin is seeing things, but nothing surprises Drazin when Drazin is with you fleabags."
"Says the godly mook who lives on Plumtoad. Please."
We all stared at the cow dressed in a doctor's scrubs. He was doing experiments on tiny little grubs. They could actually speak too. But only little squeaks were heard by our crew. Pat turned away as the cow ate a bunch of different ingredients and stuff. He then gave a huff and a puff. He spit them all back up in pill form. To Dr. Regurgitation that was the norm.
"Is he done? Please say he's done."
"Drazin thinks your crazy human needs to work on that grossed out thing." Drazin laughed and made noise like he does and soon the whole area was all abuzz.
"Good going, godly mook." Cassie bent down, ready to strike. This buzzing noise we did not like.
"Welcome, new patients. I will be your doctor for your stay with us. We will get you well. No longer will you see things that aren't there. I promise."
"The only one that needs therapy is their crazy human. Leave Drazin out of this."
"That eye glowing is part of a severe condition, my friend. But we'll fix you up."
Cassie and I snickered at Drazin as he made his eyes stop glowing. That is when we saw a new showing. Dr. Regurgitation took a pill of his own making and he turned into a human that was breath taking. If one is into models and such. This cat does not care very much.
"I see you are confused. Your minds are becoming clearer just by being here and now you see the true me. Your surroundings are all an illusion. You never left your apartment."
"Oh screw this. I'm so not going down the whole the world is fake but real road. That has been done to death. Every long running show does it. Screw that." Pat got over his disgust for Dr. Regurgitation and marched up to him with no hesitation. He grabbed him by the throat and stuffed enough pills down it to fill a boat.
"Your crazy human has his uses, fleabags." Drazin was clearly impressed after that he confessed.
"Wow. You don't see that every day." Cassie smiled as Pat jumped back. New form Dr. Regurgitation sure did not lack.
The buzzing stopped as Dr. Regurgitation turned into every animal in the book. Some of his forms we have never even gave a look. He grabbed his throat and tried to hurl them up as he turned into a pup. But that was his final form. The area now looked like a first year dorm. Dr. Regurgitation blew up and sent splatter everywhere. Pat had it on him from his shoes to his hair. We were ready for him to faint on us. Instead one of his voices began to fuss.
"This is the way of war. The scars we make and the gunk we sour..."
"Enough. Drazin can't take much more." Drazin flicked a few pieces of Dr. Regurgitation splatter of his arm and he was ready to cause harm. I think he got mad that Pat had all the fun. If you can call fun getting guts on you by the ton.
"Pat, keep talking. Maybe you won't notice until we find real water." Cassie walked on by as he had turned into quite the blabbering guy.
Cassie and I remained gut free while Pat and Drazin followed us across the fake sea. Then we came to a glowing white light. It was quite the sight. You would go blind if you looked at it too long. That is all kinds of wrong.
"Pat! Don't!" Cassie tried to stop Pat but he was still a yapping dingbat. That splatter really made him lose his mind. He walked into the light yapping about war's grind.
"Drazin takes back what Drazin said about your crazy human."
"Let's go. What's on the other side we now have to know."
"Fleabags. Why does Drazin follow fleabags."
Cassie and I jumped on in and Drazin also took the bright light for a spin. We all doubted it meant death after a fake ocean that does not leave you out of breath. But there was probably a foe on the other side and, thanks to Pat, we had to take the ride.
*************************
Breathing under water sure is grand. Don't you wish you can do that like on land? But then going down too far would crush you. Hey, could weed out the dumb humans at each zoo. I guess we shall see what is in the white light. I hope it is not a fright. Maybe it's a door that will give us a home hall pass? Probably just wishful thinking from my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
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