Do You Know What's Gonna Blow?

Suza may blow a gasket at her sea. I used gonna and now wanna came to be. I had to let that flow. I'm not going to repeat it though. At least not 50,000 times. That would be way too many rhymes.

The names change.
Some are strange.
Some are not.
Each the same plot.

Yet each the same say.
Yep, only so many a way.
But they say and say and say.
Like there's never been such a display.

Oh, it's coming for you.
Coming times two.
Or maybe times three.
That is a worse category.

Got it now?
Did my rhyme wow?
Wow as in rather bad?
Did it make you mad?

Same thing, different ways.
I can go on for days.
The questions sure arise.
They just come out like flies.

No sources needed.
Yesterday they were deeded.
This is just show and tell.
Use a green screen for a spell.

Or maybe can't spell.
But what the hell.
You can talk.
Also can squawk.

Squawk like a parrot.
Sheep follow the carrot.
Would that be a donkey?
Beats some old umm honkey?

Honkey Tonk Man may show.
Sorry, no fake sports going toe to toe.
We may use the name though.
That is just so you know.

For this one is called Bob.
He is one big arse slob.
Now let's all board the train.
Time to talk about the next hurricane.

Are you ready to go on and on? Another may surely dawn. And another and another and another. Better go and tell your friend's, wife's, dog's, kid's, uncle's mother. Yes, they are bad and kill and suck in every which way. But how many damn times does the news need to go on about the same damn thing on display? If no hurricanes happened the news would pass faster than my gas. Hurricane Orlin that may be called when it comes out my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.