With This Blip It Is Time For Another Trip!

It has been a while since the cat took you on a trip. So I guess it is time we let another trip post rip. Today were are not going to visit the gate of the gods or Oak Island searching for treasure with cods. Nope, today we are going to Hell. Isn't that swell?


So here we are,Many have to travel far.But when they get there,They have reached Hell's lair.
In a Turkmenistan desert far far away,Some Soviet scientists decided to play.They want to dig for oil and such,Or drill more than a touch.
I suppose they wouldn't want to use their hands.How would they then be able to wave from the stands?After they discovered such riches,They would not want to look like they dug ditches.
Anyway, they set everything up,Sure they also sucked coffee from their cup.Then they went ready, set, go!I guess their ducks weren't all in a row.
They waved goodbye to their drill,Hell sucked it up like a pill.Hell then gave a fart,I guess it took the pill to heart.
They had to get rid of the gas.It could kill even a bass.That just would not do.So they got together their crew.
They decided to fight gas with gas.Yep, so many brain cells in that mass.So they lit Hell on fire.Redundant like rubber to a tire.
But they did it anyway.Expecting the fire to stop any day.Instead over 40 years later,It is still burning in the crater.
Hell is here to stay.The piper you must pay. Wonder if he takes Canadian money?Loonies he may find too funny.
So if you find yourself in Turkmenistan,Where obviously turkey's and men are a stan fan,You can go to the middle of the Karakum Desert,To the Door of Hell and flirt.
Don't you now what to visit there? Aren't you glad the cat made you aware? You can walk to the center of a giant litterbox, preferably with shoes and socks, then stare at fire in a hole. My, that is a lofty goal. Enjoy your next travel pass from my ever so traveling little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.