The Goal Has Come To Pass From My Little Rhyming Ass!
5 years ago today the cat set a goal at his bay. What was that goal you ask? Why it was an every day task. The cat posted one post a day every day since at my sea. And yeah, 24 posts in one day were also given a spree.
A goal is grand.
Have it in hand.
There it sits.
Matching wits.
The goal can linger.
Can give it the finger.
But when stubborn as can be,
No goal escapes me.
Through total shit.
Writing a new hit.
And this and that,
Out came the cat.
Some long gone.
Thought it a con.
Many still here.
Always coming near.
With something to say,
I come back every day.
Nonsense may ensue,
But that needs to be said too.
Some 1850 or so posts in the folder,
And each of us five years older.
Much has come due,
At many a zoo.
From numb tongues to gawkers,
Some search engine stalkers.
All brought a post,
And fun at their coast.
Should the streak end,
Won't go around the bend.
For the goal is reached.
Have I teached?
Can be met.
Even by a pet.
A little know how,
And yourself you can wow.
Now this rhyming pet,
Has a goal that's been met.
Each day with fun.
Whether rain, snow or sun.
And there we are. Been a fun 5 year ride at my sand bar. Also no repeats or redos or reboots at all. Screw that crap at my hall. Now will it last another 5 or more? I guess we'll see what life has in store. Although with me being pretty far ahead I can tell you that there is plenty left to be said. The voices up there still gather in mass. Thanks for making it such a fun goal to reach for my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
A goal is grand.
Have it in hand.
There it sits.
Matching wits.
The goal can linger.
Can give it the finger.
But when stubborn as can be,
No goal escapes me.
Through total shit.
Writing a new hit.
And this and that,
Out came the cat.
Some long gone.
Thought it a con.
Many still here.
Always coming near.
With something to say,
I come back every day.
Nonsense may ensue,
But that needs to be said too.
Some 1850 or so posts in the folder,
And each of us five years older.
Much has come due,
At many a zoo.
From numb tongues to gawkers,
Some search engine stalkers.
All brought a post,
And fun at their coast.
Should the streak end,
Won't go around the bend.
For the goal is reached.
Have I teached?
Can be met.
Even by a pet.
A little know how,
And yourself you can wow.
Now this rhyming pet,
Has a goal that's been met.
Each day with fun.
Whether rain, snow or sun.
And there we are. Been a fun 5 year ride at my sand bar. Also no repeats or redos or reboots at all. Screw that crap at my hall. Now will it last another 5 or more? I guess we'll see what life has in store. Although with me being pretty far ahead I can tell you that there is plenty left to be said. The voices up there still gather in mass. Thanks for making it such a fun goal to reach for my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Published on September 18, 2016 03:00
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