Cue The Song And Sing Along!
The cat needs to up life. We don't need any strife. Well we will get it. But it too can be a hit. We just need to make life like TV and cue a song for thee.
Driving along,
Singing a song.
Away you go.
That you know.
What happens later?
Like falling in a crater?
Because I got High,
Plays from the sky.
Meteors strike.
That no one will like.
Great Balls of Fire.
It plays as things get dire.
You stub your toe.
The tears do flow.
You and Me plays.
You and your toe get a starry eyed daze.
You get dumped.
Never get humped.
Hit The Road Jack.
Humping you lack.
Things go wrong.
Worse and worse before long.
You even hit a moose.
Highway to Hell let's loose.
You get humped.
Things are bumped.
Nothing is wrong.
Shook Me All Night Long.
The moon makes you wacko.
You can't blame umm Jacko.
Bad Moon Rising chimes in.
You go for a nutty spin.
Things look bleak.
You're up the creek.
You need to be cheery.
Hakuna Matata ends that theory.
You are now cheery.
Nothing about it is eerie.
Who needs any talkin.
You Can't Stop Rockin.
The cat could go on all day. Wouldn't you love tunes to chime in each day? They'd always fit the moment at hand. You'd be right in TV land. Unless maybe if the wheels on the bus chimed in. That may not be a win. Plus they could block out any unwanted sass. Annoying songs would probably play around my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Driving along,
Singing a song.
Away you go.
That you know.
What happens later?
Like falling in a crater?
Because I got High,
Plays from the sky.
Meteors strike.
That no one will like.
Great Balls of Fire.
It plays as things get dire.
You stub your toe.
The tears do flow.
You and Me plays.
You and your toe get a starry eyed daze.
You get dumped.
Never get humped.
Hit The Road Jack.
Humping you lack.
Things go wrong.
Worse and worse before long.
You even hit a moose.
Highway to Hell let's loose.
You get humped.
Things are bumped.
Nothing is wrong.
Shook Me All Night Long.
The moon makes you wacko.
You can't blame umm Jacko.
Bad Moon Rising chimes in.
You go for a nutty spin.
Things look bleak.
You're up the creek.
You need to be cheery.
Hakuna Matata ends that theory.
You are now cheery.
Nothing about it is eerie.
Who needs any talkin.
You Can't Stop Rockin.
The cat could go on all day. Wouldn't you love tunes to chime in each day? They'd always fit the moment at hand. You'd be right in TV land. Unless maybe if the wheels on the bus chimed in. That may not be a win. Plus they could block out any unwanted sass. Annoying songs would probably play around my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Published on February 03, 2017 03:00
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