Back We Go For A dVerse Club Show!

So back a long time ago, while not so long to me since I am so far ahead at my show, but long to you, dVerse had an idea at their zoo. If you could chat with folks living or dead who would you invite to your bed. Hmmm that came out wrong. But go blame Donkey Kong.

The cat went back too far,
There is a door ajar.
At least no feather and tar,
Or some pirate arrrr.

Instead a dino rack,
At some bedrock shack.
My what strong feet,
Must be all that meat.

Kitty want a cracker?
That guy must be a slacker.
Clubba clubba,
Ducktales lost its Bubba.

That little thong,
Is just all wrong.
Plus your smell is strong,
I can't remain here long.

But this could make me some dough,
I'll have to stoop low,
And create a reality tv show.
Gross, I know.

Live In A Cave.
It will be all the rave.
One syllable words,
Or the language of the birds.

Either way it will please the masses,
Might even help some through classes.
Bam Bam,
Will really help some through the 12th grade, damn.

This could be a hit,
They even chew while they um shit.
In and out,
That is something to talk about.

By the water cooler all could yap,
About what is between each toe gap.
Is it breakfast, is it lunch?
Why not meet halfway and call it brunch?

I bet his baloney has no name,
My this show won't be tame.
Prehistoric porn,
A star is born.

Okay, that went elsewhere than what I meant at my lair. But that is how the rhymes flow and where it goes, hell if anyone around here knows. There was my history pass class and I am sure that would be a historic show from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.