A What Won't What Off Don't!

There are always plans for the week at many a blog land creek. But Blogoratti has plans every week. Plans that like to take a peek. But with What Off there are plans that get a won't scoff.

Plans for the week.
Out plans leak.
They are near and far.
Leave the door ajar.

I won't step on a toe.
That could create a foe.
I won't bite a dog,
Or even a frog.

I won't jump off a cliff.
That I won't even whiff.
I won't fall into a well.
That would sure cause hell.

I won't drive a tank,
Or even rob a bank.
I won't shoot nuts,
Who talk out their butts.

I won't buy a new car.
That old one gets me far.
I won't move to Timbuktu.
Is that something anyone wants to do?

I won't replace the door.
My, this is starting to bore.
I won't join a cult.
Don't like the end result.

I won't not talk.
Like a parrot I'll squawk.
I won't sail the seas.
Who needs that breeze?

I won't go into space.
That is not a fun embrace.
I won't look for little green men.
Who wants a probe at their den?

I won't think I can fly,
Then go kersplat and die.
I won't eat worms.
Those things have germs.

I won't write another won't list.
Readers may get pissed.
I can just repeat the won't.
For these are all things I don't.

What won't you do this week? Can you flip it at your creek? The won't is easy to do as you can just name things like you have a loose screw. I will however pass some gas straight out my ever so gassy little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.