A Coach Call For One And All!

The cat saw an ad the other day and rolled his eyes big time at our bay. As if life coaches weren't dumb enough, now we have coaches for plenty of other dumb stuff.

Sit and stare.
Yell and blare.
I don't care.
Just grow a pair.

Coach-y yell.
What the hell.
Works for all.
Whether pan or ball.

A cooking coach.
Watch that roach.
It doesn't go in.
Now take the spoon and spin.

A book coach.
Now there is an approach.
You'll surely write with someone in your ear,
Instead of typing while sitting on your rear.

A walking coach.
Did mommy have a poach?
Whoops, that would be pouch.
I take it you sat on the couch.

A drinking coach.
AA you better approach.
Take that coach too.
If not, neither have a clue.

A dressing coach.
My, you must have a broach.
Sure can't say you have nothing to wear.
Do they slap your ass when you are bare?

A working coach.
Don't be a roach.
They'll get you work.
It all then goes to that jerk.

An eating coach.
The best way to approach.
This is how you chew.
This little meat used to say mooo!

Sit and blare.
Grow a pair.
Be life's cockroach.
Err umm I mean coach.

Are you such a coach? Yeah, if so, you might not want to approach. The cat would surely make fun. How do you become a dressing coach under your sun? Who would even need one? Clearly all involved have stayed out too long in the sun. Maybe a weather coach would then be needed. To that some weather nut can be deeded. We'd rather them take their whistle and shove it up their coach-y mass. That would be much more productive for them and my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.