The Typical Reflection With A Crap Selection!
So as I sit here and write this post, ever the tons of posts ahead host, it is the middle of Halloween month to be exact. Yeah, that is a fact. So still two months and a half to go of 2012 I suppose. Unless the Mayans were right and there she blows. Oh and guess what? A post for all 366 days this year from my little rhyming butt. That is grand. So let's get reflective in my land.
2012 Worst Year Ever!
No matter how clever,
And not for the cat,
But for Miss Priss and Pat.
There was some good,
Like plenty of books released in my hood.
Went to the NY show,
But other than that crap just continued to grow.
Miss Priss had issues and a huge bill.
Pat sure had his fill.
From leg to neck,
All was, or maybe still is(I hope not) a wreck.
Plus your throat can click.
That is not a nifty trick.
When the hyoid bone goes.
Every time you swallow you get throat clicking woes.
Pray that never happens to you.
It's aggravating enough to turn you blue.
I still got work,
That is a perk.
At least no gutter,
Is where I have to be with my mutter.
Except for maybe my mind,
But that is typical of my little rhyming behind.
Been to more germy places than I care to admit.
Each one mostly the same dimwitted nitwit.
Say that three times fast,
Now put it in the past.
As I guess forward we go.
Can't live in the pasts glow.
No matter how much it sucks,
And stole your bucks.
There is Pat's whine,
Thankfully I'm a fit as a fiddle feline.
Of course I have issues though,
Like meowing as I go.
We all have one or two.
So don't let the past stick like glue.
Unless of course it is good,
Then stick away at your hood.
How was that old one eye? I had to give whining a try. But that does not change the fact that 2012 was one big shitty act. Who knows what is ahead. Maybe we'll all be dead. Those aliens are up there you know. Let's hope by the time this runs the crap is gone from head to toe. So Happy New Year globland mass. Let's hope it is a better one for all, who needs it to be, and my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
2012 Worst Year Ever!
No matter how clever,
And not for the cat,
But for Miss Priss and Pat.
There was some good,
Like plenty of books released in my hood.
Went to the NY show,
But other than that crap just continued to grow.
Miss Priss had issues and a huge bill.
Pat sure had his fill.
From leg to neck,
All was, or maybe still is(I hope not) a wreck.
Plus your throat can click.
That is not a nifty trick.
When the hyoid bone goes.
Every time you swallow you get throat clicking woes.
Pray that never happens to you.
It's aggravating enough to turn you blue.
I still got work,
That is a perk.
At least no gutter,
Is where I have to be with my mutter.
Except for maybe my mind,
But that is typical of my little rhyming behind.
Been to more germy places than I care to admit.
Each one mostly the same dimwitted nitwit.
Say that three times fast,
Now put it in the past.
As I guess forward we go.
Can't live in the pasts glow.
No matter how much it sucks,
And stole your bucks.
There is Pat's whine,
Thankfully I'm a fit as a fiddle feline.
Of course I have issues though,
Like meowing as I go.
We all have one or two.
So don't let the past stick like glue.
Unless of course it is good,
Then stick away at your hood.
How was that old one eye? I had to give whining a try. But that does not change the fact that 2012 was one big shitty act. Who knows what is ahead. Maybe we'll all be dead. Those aliens are up there you know. Let's hope by the time this runs the crap is gone from head to toe. So Happy New Year globland mass. Let's hope it is a better one for all, who needs it to be, and my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
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