A Rawkn Time With This Chime!

The guest conversations continue to roll. Now Rawkn Robyn comes out for a stroll. She even rips her pants. That could be a good view for more than ants.

The cat has to know,
Here at his show,
Do you dress that horse?
You really have no remorse.

I do dress that horse
With hand-me-downs, of course.
The rest I still wear
Let's do this, I dare.

Just do it you say?
Trying to advertise at my bay?
I'm sure Nike wouldn't mind,
But don't you have a book of some kind?

A book? Yes I do.
And I'm nowhere near thru
Plus tomorrow I teach class
Off I take this busy ass.

A rhyming ass and a busy ass,
Now that is some ass mass.
Are you like that rabbit,
Being so busy "I'm late, I'm late" is a habit?

Yes. That's me.
I'm busy now you see.
No time to say hello, goodbye. I'm in a crazed frenzy.
What shall I do
But eat more chocolate too?!
My tummy grows and then, God knows,
I split my pants in two.

Well that could be grand
If you are exploring the land.
Air conditioning just for you.
You could even get a date too!
Hey, his engine you may turn,
As you show off your new sunburn.

Yeah I guess that's true
I'd attract a man or two
But he might pass
At the sight of my white ass
Turned pink by sunburn
Do ya think I'll ever learn?
First things first, Sir Pat
Please pass the chocolate stat!

A glutton at your sea.
Like a cat in a tree.
Stuck on chocolate you seem to be.
How about we create a cure for thee?
Just picture Big Bird on a boat,
With each and every one of note.
Kutcher, Bieber and Bynes are there
Create a further visual if you dare.

"Dude what's that yeller Xmas tree
Doin on this boat, Biebs? Come an see!"
Biebs stops staring at his prepube chest
To follow Kutcher. (He likes him best)
Then eyes Big Bird who sings a song:
"Lil runt punk, you don't belong!"
“Kid overboard!” Big Bird gloats
As he kicks the Biebs clear off that boat.
“Dude you’re not a tree and that’s just wrong!
I didn’t get to use his bong!”
The Bird sings to Kutcher. He’s on attack.
“The 70s called. They want you back!”
He snaps Ashton up by his beak
Tosses him at Biebs, a bong to seek.
Bynes awakes and f*n whines,
“You’re f*n ugly! Let’s do some lines.”
Bird lifts Amanda by her thong
And tosses her in gleeful song
“You troubled girl, get a grip.
Sink or swim. Don’t give me lip!”
His work is done.
Bird rows to shore.
A brighter world, forever more. 

Wow, she got mouthy I'd say. I guess the cat just brought it out at his bay. Who knew big bird was such an attacker? I guess he's not a slacker. Any bad visuals for you? I am sorry if you got one or two. Yeah, I'm not really sorry class. It is enjoyed by my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.