A Joke Or Ten At My Den!

So after visiting John's for a while the cat thought he would try the joke mile, or rather Pat did. For they don't really rhyme and that flipped the cat's lid. But Pat can't rhyme anyway, sucky human at our bay. So away we go as a joke or ten decides to flow.

Want to cause a war? Start a new religion.
Or maybe kill a pigeon.
You know those birds lovers would be up in arms,
And hit some fire alarms.

I have come to find, the bigger ones job title, the more lunch breaks they take.
All can give a head shake.
They seem to go to the loo more too.
Many are full of it after all at their zoo.

I feel for every newborn, they are surrounded by prying eyes and are too wrinkly to give a hateful facial expression.
After such a goo goo session,
I'd have to whack someone in the face,
Especially if they try and embrace.

If rush hour moved as fast as my grandmother when she has to go, there'd be no need for a car horn.
Imagine that being born.
New York without a horn honk.
They'd probably still give each other a head bonk.

With nerve pain even before you go out the door everything is already a pain in your ass.
I say that with class.
And with no gas,
As it comes to pass.

Gluten, the substance cancer cells are made of.
Even to a dove.
Don't you want to spread the cancer love,
As in the mouth you shove.

Lately my version of getting lucky is the cat missing my penis as he jumps across the bed.
Oh what comes out of Pat's head.
Bad choice of words,
I'll go chase some birds.

Fund the economy, create a new disease.
Just go and give a sneeze.
Then there you go,
Money for the rich at their show.

Great healthcare comes at a cost, you have to be mute and go to a vet.
That is a safe bet.
May stick a thermometer up your bum,
But at least most aren't dumb.

I am going to wear an umbrella hat. That way people will stop telling me the weather and just assume it's going to rain.
Be nice to board that train.
Do I really need you to tell me the weather,
When we are standing side by side together?

So there was Pat's attempt at a joke or ten here at our den. Fun to give a try as the skills are stretched under our sky. But he still doesn't have the skill of the cat at all at our mat. Feel free to sass my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.