A dVerse Can't At My Plant!
The cat heard can't the other day when obviously one could at their bay, so I figured I would give it a go for another dVerse rhyming show. Of course who knows what will come from my little rhyming bum.
I can't stop!
Here is a gum drop.
Now you are in luck,
As you are now stuck.
I can't go!
Be more specific at your show.
But I hear if you rock,
It might undo the lock.
I can't win!
Now that is a sin.
But you know they give medals to 30th place now too.
So something shiny could easily come due.
I can't find it!
Again not specific as you spit.
Yeah with that drool,
No wonder you can't find things, fool.
I can't do it!
That sure isn't a hit.
May I suggest a pill,
So you can get your fill.
I can't fly!
I should hope you never try.
Then you will go to the sky,
Or down below to that other guy.
I can't travel!
Does you tongue unravel?
Or maybe you don't want to get caught with your pants down,
In some unfamiliar town.
I can't remember!
It only happened last December.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste,
I guess yours ran away post haste.
I can't find anything to write about!
Then don't give a shout.
Writing about not being able to write,
Means you do have something at your site.
I can't rhyme!
That is such a crime.
I'll give you a dime,
If I ever see you as a mime.
The can't sure came into play today at my bay as I had my say this day of May and come what may under a sunny ray. My what a run on sentence on display. But what the hey. For "I can't" has come to pass with a retort from my willing and able little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
I can't stop!
Here is a gum drop.
Now you are in luck,
As you are now stuck.
I can't go!
Be more specific at your show.
But I hear if you rock,
It might undo the lock.
I can't win!
Now that is a sin.
But you know they give medals to 30th place now too.
So something shiny could easily come due.
I can't find it!
Again not specific as you spit.
Yeah with that drool,
No wonder you can't find things, fool.
I can't do it!
That sure isn't a hit.
May I suggest a pill,
So you can get your fill.
I can't fly!
I should hope you never try.
Then you will go to the sky,
Or down below to that other guy.
I can't travel!
Does you tongue unravel?
Or maybe you don't want to get caught with your pants down,
In some unfamiliar town.
I can't remember!
It only happened last December.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste,
I guess yours ran away post haste.
I can't find anything to write about!
Then don't give a shout.
Writing about not being able to write,
Means you do have something at your site.
I can't rhyme!
That is such a crime.
I'll give you a dime,
If I ever see you as a mime.
The can't sure came into play today at my bay as I had my say this day of May and come what may under a sunny ray. My what a run on sentence on display. But what the hey. For "I can't" has come to pass with a retort from my willing and able little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Published on May 14, 2013 03:00
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