A Little dVerse At My Sea For The Three!

So the cat hasn't played in a while, can be tough to do when you are ahead by a good long mile. But had to go and rejig a few posts at my coast as dVerse gives a three years in business toast.

The cat heard a party was had,
There at the dVerse pad.
Not sure where it was,
So I followed the buzz.

Waystationone was dry.
Where was that gawker guy?
Probably Jay Walking the Moon,
Like some crazy loon.

Or climbing a Glass Stair Case.
That would be tough to embrace.
Some True Wanderings may have been had.
Unless he feel through, then too bad.

But he must liv2write2day.
I bet he even spells it that way.
Maybe in Scarlet Verses.
I know he's not afraid of curses.

Then I saw him In the Corner of My Eye.
He was gawking upon high.
Shouting something about My Daily Spirit,
And how all should fear it.

Claudia told me he was Stardreaming with Sherry Blue Sky,
And star dust got in his eye.
It really clogged his Vision up.
He was drunk with nothing in his cup.

He was going all Inside Out Poetry,
The Gawker couldn't even see.
The cat was just upset,
A new name would be needed from the pet.

I looked for reasons.
Taking in The Course of Our Seasons.
The window for help was narrow,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow.

So the cat ran away quite quick,
To a Dwelling by the Sea for a magic brick.
Let's just say the cat cured the Gawker,
From being off his rocker.

I dropped the big brick on his toes.
He shouted everything but My Tiny Throes.
And lord and behold the Gawker could see.
All was right and no new name needed to come from me.

Who knew dVerse could throw such a fun party for the cat. I got to get violent and watch the Gawker act like a dingbat. Hmmm on second thought it could have been the rum. Either way, his toes could be rather numb. The cat was just trying to help so year four would come to pass. You can't blame my brick throwing little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.