Danny Boy Wants Blogland Joy!

So after yesterday's guest I bet you thought it would be another strange one, as you know I like those the best. They let me watch you all cringe at my bay, which is fun to do for me at least every day. But not today. Instead of a typical whoopdi friggin doo display, you will all be sung about. This should be a mighty fine shout.

The cat wrote the tale,
But he was not about to wail.
I am too busy exploring my new shore.
Plus that is such a chore.

So I contracted out to an Irish lass.
She was happy to help out my little rhyming ass.
She thought it was fun to make fun of you to.
Oh the things the cat can get people to do.

Give a human a nudge in the right place.
They will surely break and off they'll race.
Doing what you want them to.
They won't even have a clue.

But now it is time for you to listen to a little ditty.
That delights this spotted kitty.
Should be interesting to see,
What retorts are left for me.



Sadly, Danny boy could not rhyme, that is the only crime with my time. But oh well, I got to cause all of you a little hell. Or maybe it backfired and you could be flattered by it. It could be a top ten hit. Sorry, no royalties will come to pass. All money goes to my little rhyming ass.

Fill you rummer, get drunk all summer.