The Old May Not Be Bold!

Ever go back and look at where you started? It was like the cat just farted. You know, nothing but gas. Boy, was that a mass.

Back to the start.
You threw a dart.
Seeing what stuck.
Really though, what the fluck?

Spelling was bad.
Drive Grammar Nazi's mad.
Maybe even the cat.
I shake my head at that.

An on and on.
A run on con.
Convoluted a bit.
What was with it?

Thoughts on a roll.
Out they did stroll.
Rambling away.
Hmm, I may do that still at play.

A rip off too.
Damn, my zoo.
That brings shame.
But it lit a flame.

Time goes on.
No longer a con.
The groove does dawn.
Sacrifice the pawn.

Time for the knight.
Cat sees the light.
A that and this,
Sure switches for bliss.

Easier to read.
Spelling takes seed.
A cat learned to spell.
Isn't that swell?

Even a book,
At my nook.
Well more than one.
Having over 100 is fun.

Much came due,
From start to new.
Or start to now.
But I'll still raise an eyebrow.

I was just checking for dead links here and there, as they supposedly drag down your lair, and saw some of the cat's spelling. Surprised the grammar nazi's weren't yelling. Ever look at your old posts to see how far you've come? They can be scary and then some. But really they weren't too bad in mass. I was just a blog noob little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.