12 Minutes Or Less To Confess!

The cat is timing you today. Will you get in on time at my bay? Do you like to be timed each day? Am I asking too many questions before the play?

Don't waste time,
You have to chime.
12 minutes or less,
To come and confess.

We are counting down.
Don't run to town.
Get it done.
Then you can run.

It's drawing near.
Is it clear?
Hop, skip and a jump away,
From getting in at my bay.

10 minutes or less.
Like some game of chess.
Yep, I'm timing you.
So slow at your zoo.

2 minutes to read.
Wow, time waster indeed.
Do you write
Or look at cute cat videos all night?

I probably don't want to know.
The time is ticking low.
8 minutes or less.
Are you ready to confess.

This is so nerve racking.
The cat is time attacking.
How can that be?
Isn't this a blog sea?

Nope, it's a bush.
A bush with a tush.
There is a song and everything.
Didn't you hear that ring?

It was the tick of the clock.
Soon the blog will lock.
You can't get in,
If you don't win.

2 minutes to go.
Comment below.
If not you're locked out.
You may scream and shout.

Do you make it in and give a comment a spin? Are you good under pressure while being timed? That brain has to be primed. Maybe not to leave a comment though. Did you get in below? The blog may soon lock out each slow pass. But it can be unlocked tomorrow by my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.