A Bit Of A Whore Today At My Shore!

So the cat thought it would be fun to give some top search terms a run. How is that a whore you say? Well if I use them I could get them to come to my bay. Thus whoring more views. The cat just can't lose.

Boobies galore,
Is what I expected to whore.
But some of these are so clean,
It is just obscene.

Tory Burch?
Left me in the lurch.
Had to look it up at my sea,
No clothing for me.

J Crew?
More clothes coming due.
I sense a trend with clothes,
Just causing me woes.

I guess I was wrong,
As Fubu sings its song.
Now it is shoes,
How could boobies lose?

The IPAD 3,
Gets a chime in I see.
And Whitney Houston searched for more dead than alive.
That is kind of rude of the internet hive.

Hurricane Sandy,
Because the weather is oh so dandy.
I was expecting rain.
To be atop one at some lane.

SOPA debate.
Thanks mate.
But there is no need,
To Slap Old Pat's Ass at our feed.

Oh that is just wrong.
But so is the next dong,
As pussy riots win.
That I expected at my bin.

Morgan Freeman is up there.
Why, I ask at my lair?
I guess it is his voice,
People hear it and search him out, having little choice.

And cats in the litter.
Okay, I put that to be bitter.
So hopefully one will find,
And get a big view of some scary behind.

There you go, as I whore out some of the top search terms of last year at my show. What the hell I say, the cat's ego can still grow a bit at his bay. Not quite as fun as my search engine crazy pass but then that was a given to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.