Words Are For The Birds!

I guess they are but they still need to be said at my bar. I mean if I said nothing at all you'd just sit there looking at a blank wall. That would give you a blank stare and leave you saying much at your lair.

Like WTF is that?
Where is the cat?
A blogger glitch?
Isn't no words a bitch?

Give a stare.
All are aware,
To leave you alone.
Didn't even need a mean tone.

Or another stare,
And that means a dare.
Or maybe a humpity hump,
Don't always have to be a grump.

The cat gawks away,
Showing his dismay.
Not a word is said,
Pat knows I want him out of bed.

When words don't linger,
Give the finger.
Poof, and off you go.
Easy peasy at your show.

A simple touch,
Can sure say much.
Like a punch to the head,
Means someone wants you dead.

Or a touch to the butt,
Means the humpity hump once more at your hut.
Unless it is that check up time of year,
Then it means a latex glove may be near.

Food on a plate,
Can be a fine fate,
Except if you're me.
Then that means flee.

A little of this or that,
And no need to chew the fat.
Instead just get it said,
Then play Left 4 Dead.

Not sure why that popped in,
But hey, works for the win.
Now my words are through,
I think I've said an extra one or two.

Words don't always have to come to be at ones sea for what you want or are feeling to be set free. But some just can't shut their trap as they flap and flap. Maybe they have a bad case of gas? It sure beats my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.