Things You Can Say Part One At My Bay!
A new idea struck and it could be fun with any luck. So away the cat will go and we shall see which way the wind does blow. Things are only good to say if talking about certain things at play. This you shall see, trust me.
Things you can say about your house,
Whether alone or close,
That you can't say about your wife,
Unless you want her to end your life.
That needs a trim.
Blurt it out on a whim,
Things could turn grim,
Unless pointing to a tree limb.
That is one big backyard.
Pick a card, any card.
One will leave you black and blue,
The other she will run over you.
That hallway can fit many men.
Like one or ten?
Geez, you might be out of a lair,
Or maybe she'll like to share.
It has sprung a leak.
May not be for the meek.
Could get a clean clock,
Or pitched off a dock.
I'm at a point in life where I need to downsize.
Word to the wise,
Cover your eyes,
And your umm french fry.
There is pet hair everywhere.
What do you care?
Just pet it,
To avoid a fit.
The garden is withering.
Things may not go slithering,
You may get a trip,
To the big snip snip.
There are too many steps to the top,
May end up in a flop.
You may get beat with a mop,
Or a stove pot top.
That frame is rather wide.
Ooops, you died.
Should have stayed quiet,
Instead of inciting a riot.
So the cat has helped you out once more. Now be sure and add house to such sayings at your shore. You might wish to point too, just in case she second guesses you. Now I will go roll in the grass with my ever so fun little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Things you can say about your house,
Whether alone or close,
That you can't say about your wife,
Unless you want her to end your life.
That needs a trim.
Blurt it out on a whim,
Things could turn grim,
Unless pointing to a tree limb.
That is one big backyard.
Pick a card, any card.
One will leave you black and blue,
The other she will run over you.
That hallway can fit many men.
Like one or ten?
Geez, you might be out of a lair,
Or maybe she'll like to share.
It has sprung a leak.
May not be for the meek.
Could get a clean clock,
Or pitched off a dock.
I'm at a point in life where I need to downsize.
Word to the wise,
Cover your eyes,
And your umm french fry.
There is pet hair everywhere.
What do you care?
Just pet it,
To avoid a fit.
The garden is withering.
Things may not go slithering,
You may get a trip,
To the big snip snip.
There are too many steps to the top,
May end up in a flop.
You may get beat with a mop,
Or a stove pot top.
That frame is rather wide.
Ooops, you died.
Should have stayed quiet,
Instead of inciting a riot.
So the cat has helped you out once more. Now be sure and add house to such sayings at your shore. You might wish to point too, just in case she second guesses you. Now I will go roll in the grass with my ever so fun little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Published on July 03, 2014 03:00
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