A Speedy Post To The Coast!

Wow, talk about nothing to say and I thought the weather was bad at my bay. I guess anything can spur a discussion though. Hey, I prove that with rhyming away at my show.

Look at that.
Chew the fat.
The fat about it.
Every single bit.

Leave nothing out.
Can scream and shout.
It must be said.
Get it out of your head.

Sometimes that's best.
Passes the test.
Other times not.
May prove you have brain rot.

What's that about?
Things must come out.
Say what's on your mind.
One strange thing, mankind.

How can it be on?
Even if it does dawn.
On your might is like,
A light bulb strike.

But that's not here nor there.
For that's not in our hair.
What's in our hair today,
Is speed signs on display.

Let's dissect them all.
It will be a ball.
We need to learn the why.
Let's do, not try.

100 allowed there.
With lots of space to spare.
100 allowed here,
With 80 drawing near.

Now why is that?
Why does it fall flat?
Tell me, I must know.
It is life altering like a deadly foe.

Then it drops to 60 over here.
Then back up to a 100 ever so clear.
What's the point in that?
Whoops, all the time we have from the cat.

Ugg, talk about mind numbing at ones bay. Who gives a crap why they are on display? They are at their sea. No need to dissect ever curve and crap that comes to be. I had to listen to that for an hour or more. I think I'm speed signed out at my shore. Do you dissect speed signs on display? Think I had enough for one life time at my bay. So I'll speed away unless through a school zone with a kiddie class. Then I'll slow down my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.