A Little Hate At My Gate!

Newsflash: Make a dash, you won't get a rash, as the cat is interviewed on the A to Z blog today so you can skip reruns of MASH.

So as we all know from the countless times the cat has gone on at his show, word verification he surely hates. I would rather watch dogs clean dinner plates. Then there is another that is a pain in the rump. On which, I'd like to take a big dump.

Hopping about,
In and out.
Up and down,
Forget dirty town.

But it is gutter.
Not in a stutter.
Just in a way.
That there it should lay.

Commenting along,
Humming a song.
Then all goes wrong.
Can't hit ding dong.

Stay clear of the gutter.
For now you just mutter.
Sputter and spit.
What is this shit?

Disquis you rule.
You are so cool.
Loved by this fool.
Go drown in a pool.

Google + you suck.
Get hit by a truck.
Tire marks galore.
Flat as the floor.

Now I am bitter.
Sign up through Twitter?
I don't want to tweet.
Go eat zombie feet.

Welcome, embrace my nook,
Sign in through Facebook.
Rather blow it up with a nuke,
Take that you mook.

Give me a ring.
It won't sting.
Here at my wing,
I use this, that and the other thing.

Stick to what works.
Forget the perks.
Name and link.
Or end up in the comment clink.

I just had to get that off my chest, sending it out east to west. Also just to let some know why many comments may not show. If you use such crap, may want to consider making it take a dirt nap. It just gives me gas which is not good for my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.