Not To Mention Gets Some Attention!
So it's time to mention that which escapes your attention. Or maybe the correct word is ignore. Either way it is still there at your shore. What would that be? Well just listen a little old me. Or ignore me to. I do it to Pat all the time at our zoo.
So away we go,
Looking for a show.
What do you see?
That person you hate horribly.
Bang! Their dead.
Yippeee you said.
Then comes the mention,
Now forever you watch the soap in detention.
Let's jump from a plane.
Or jump onto a moving train.
Not to mention you might turn flat?
Kinda like Brian the flat cat.
Let's rob a bank,
So we can fill our gas tank.
Not to mention you may get shot.
That could hurt a whole lot.
Let's tell off the boss.
Or strangle them with floss.
One way you get fired.
Another you could get a promotion and hired.
Not to mention never be tired.
Unless of course your bunkmate is sired.
Then there is that fancy car.
Or maybe even the tip jar.
With a little work,
It could lead to quite the perk.
The owner could track you down,
Giving you a hole in the head instead of a crown.
Not to mention you could crash and burn.
At least you could initially fill the urn.
Unless you blew away.
Not to mention that would save some pay.
You could also cross a cat.
You may only get a bat.
Maybe even a brand new scar.
Not to mention we'll track you down no matter how far.
Then you might not take out the trash.
You could then see your life flash,
Right before your eyes.
Did I forget to mention pissing off the wife isn't wise?
How's that for a mention? Did it keep your attention? No, need to mention it. I know I'm always a hit. I just sit here and give lots of sass. Not to mention I'm a little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
So away we go,
Looking for a show.
What do you see?
That person you hate horribly.
Bang! Their dead.
Yippeee you said.
Then comes the mention,
Now forever you watch the soap in detention.
Let's jump from a plane.
Or jump onto a moving train.
Not to mention you might turn flat?
Kinda like Brian the flat cat.
Let's rob a bank,
So we can fill our gas tank.
Not to mention you may get shot.
That could hurt a whole lot.
Let's tell off the boss.
Or strangle them with floss.
One way you get fired.
Another you could get a promotion and hired.
Not to mention never be tired.
Unless of course your bunkmate is sired.
Then there is that fancy car.
Or maybe even the tip jar.
With a little work,
It could lead to quite the perk.
The owner could track you down,
Giving you a hole in the head instead of a crown.
Not to mention you could crash and burn.
At least you could initially fill the urn.
Unless you blew away.
Not to mention that would save some pay.
You could also cross a cat.
You may only get a bat.
Maybe even a brand new scar.
Not to mention we'll track you down no matter how far.
Then you might not take out the trash.
You could then see your life flash,
Right before your eyes.
Did I forget to mention pissing off the wife isn't wise?
How's that for a mention? Did it keep your attention? No, need to mention it. I know I'm always a hit. I just sit here and give lots of sass. Not to mention I'm a little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Published on September 08, 2013 03:00
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