Odds Of Five Take A Dive!

Numbers sure show and can sure grow. Sometimes that is good, like money in your hood. Sometimes that is bad, like bills at your pad. A flip flop of cash. But we aren't delving into that bash.

My Five Men Odds At Zen
Betsy is here.A post shall be near.But odds say maybe not.Hmm what's with that plot?
Her tongue went numb.Ate a Raid sprayed plum.Now that was silly.Then all went chilly.
Her insides went numb too.What was she to do?Raid it away.Whoops, no post today.
Her computer caught fleas.They swung from the trees.In with the breeze.Warm computer, yes please.
The cats ate her cord.They were just bored.Needed a cordly snack.Attacked by the pack.
Her five men became six.That put in quite the nix.Blog title doesn't work anymore.How? Beats me at my shore.
She's good at surviving,Taking pics while driving.But whoops, caught by a cop.A jail house rock bid making blogging a flop.
Crazy auction attack.News at 11 won't lack.Barbie man wanted what she did.But she won the bid.
I didn't end well.That the odds tell.Oh, it's crazy neighbor guy.He continues to spy.
His tightey whities catch fire.The flames go higher.Her house catches on fire.Odds sure now expire.
Odds = Quite NumbAnd Really Then Some
Ever have a crazy auction attack? Maybe fleas by the pack? Those things are annoying as can be. Blood suckers can stay off me. How do five men become six? Hmm magic tricks? We won't even go there. Maybe she has hidden away a spare. Whoops, that just came to pass. I could not help my odd little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.