A Hot To Trot Robot

There you go Betsy, used it in the title just for thee. Is that more than my once per month quota at my sea? I guess I'm just hot to trot like a busy bee. At least not a procrastinating fox. I better get on with it before the gawker gawks.

dVerse wants hot.
Google thinks I am a robot.
Two in one,
Oh what fun.

In a one horse open sleigh.
Damn, I got the wrong day.
For it is supposed to be hot not cold.
That just sort of took hold.

What can you expect from a spammer?
I must have some sort of stammer.
For the little guy from Timbuktu,
Trying to sell shoes to all of you,

Does not end up in spam.
Yet away the cat goes like toe jam.
Hey, at least it is not zombie toe jam.
Or some kind of Christmas ham.

See now I have that on the brain.
No wonder I get thrown in spam at every lane.
I'm just too hot for blogger to handle.
It does not want to get burnt by my candle.

Yep, I really went there to.
See what the heat can do?
It makes blogger think the cat is a spammer.
It makes humans walk around like they got hit with a hammer.

It makes dogs wag that big drooly tongue,
And Canadians treat old one eye like dung.
Invading her poor beach.
The cat so wishes he was in reach.

Then I would leave her something special at her sand bar.
It may end up on the floor mat of her car.
Now I am just rambling on.
But since when is that any different at my lawn?

I hope I type this all right.
After all it's hard to see when it's 93 degrees at your site.
Nothing wants to work.
It's like everything is snip snip and not a perk.

At least I suppose when some are all hot and steamy,
They can pretend they just got done with Mr. Dreamy.
Or Mrs. for all of you that aren't snip snip.
Now I am done giving all lip.

Except of course if you are dumb blogger and you keep putting in spam. Then I'm going to turn you to toe jam. Or feed you to a killer clam. Maybe I should just give you a lamb. Then you can go get your thrill and leave me alone at my hill. So if recently you have not seen me come to pass, check your spam box to find my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.