A Little Hike With Your Pal Like!

Don't you like like? He is smaller than you but bigger than a tyke. Or maybe he is a she. That beats the heck out of me. We are going far deeper than that today. Something like I dig and bury in every day.

The question of all.
It sure doesn't stall.
It comes from each.
A worldly reach.

Why do you like that?
Some think it scat.
Some think it boring.
Some would rather be snoring.

They why of like.
Like a volleyball spike.
Spiking people you dislike in the face.
My, that is a liking embrace.

Did I admit that?
Shame on Pat
We'll blame him.
I like that limb.

Some surely do.
They like the tree too.
They like the shade.
May even like the grass blade.

Some get all chop happy.
The tree makes them sappy.
Could literally I suppose.
If that's how the tree goes.

How do you like that?
The same of words spat.
How or why or how can or why do.
All variations from the same pile of goo.

Thought I'd use shit?
Did you like it?
How do you like that?
Deeper we go with scat.

I thought you'd like that.
Another loaded and ready to fire cat.
For you and me and she and he,
We are all different you see.

So you may have thought wrong.
Can be movie, book or song.
Can be dogs, cats, cars or bikes.
Likes span off and take many different hikes.

How many times have you asked that? Can you count that high of a stat? How many times has it been asked to you? I'm betting more than a few. How can you like blogging I bet even came due. Mostly from the 140 character limit Twitter crew. That and those Farcebook likers. My, there are plenty of like hikers. I guess I'll go back to picking on Cass. I like doing that with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.