It Doesn't Apply. Oh Me, Oh My!

The cat always seems to find the dumb. I guess they like their head up their bum. Beats the heck out of we. Yep, Pat brings in some to our sea. So we go with we. Or we could use we three. Yeah, we said it before but, according to some, we have to be careful with an encore.

The repeat craze.
A remake maze.
That you may think.
Nope, not today's link.

In fact, unlink.
Google's on the brink.
It hates the un.
It can confess to a nun.

You've answered a phone.
You listen at the tone.
You've done it a while.
You can even, oh my God, dial.

Sorry, that doesn't apply.
It just isn't going to fly.
This phone is umm dusty.
It may even be a little rusty.

You've dealt with a kid.
Didn't flip your lid.
Diapers and all that crap.
Literally, poor sap.

Sorry, that doesn't apply.
You may make them die.
You haven't changed a diaper in weeks.
You may forget the sight of cheeks.

You've driven a car.
You've driven it far.
You've driven it near.
You can even, oh my God, steer.

Sorry, that doesn't apply.
It is more like you try.
You just can't fathom it.
Brake to gas, or some shit.

You've repeated and done.
You've walked and run.
Or would that be ran?
Bah, a flash in the pan.

Can't do it once more.
Nope, not an encore.
For it just doesn't apply.
Go now, go home and cry.

Pfffffffffffffft idiots near and far. The three we used we actually heard people tell others at our sand bar. We rolled our eyes and walked away. A few we wanted to smack upside the head at our bay. But hmmm, we haven't done that before. Maybe if we did it it wouldn't apply at our shore. Do you think that would work? Have you ever heard that from some brain-dead jerk? The cat will let them suck on the gas that comes out my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.