A Little Ho-ing Gets A Showing!

Oh where that could take the mind if you go to a gutter of some kind. But let's just skip that or at least wear a nifty hat. They make nifty ones for this time of year. Okay, on with it from my rhyming rear.



Insecurity is on the rise,
As Santa takes to the skies.
Now it is not just a book,
But presents too at ones nook.

Will they like?
Will it strike?
Will I get the "nice" look?
I could write a book.

Isn't it fun,
How things are spun?
Open a gift or a book,
You want that "wow" look.

Then it gives the ego a boost,
And lets whatever come home to roost.
Yeah, each have a whatever.
I am just so clever.

Set up for a big fail.
Like pulling a cat's tail.
You will get a whack upside the head.
Same thing, sorta, as both cause dread.

By why let it bother you?
The next day the cows will still moo.
You will still rise.
Unless food for flies.

Then you just won't care.
No longer will you be aware.
So either way you are fine,
Just trust the feline.

Praise is great.
Such a nice fate.
All look for the trait,
Hating the hate.

Unwrap it all,
There at your hall.
Then in the end,
You'll be ready for either trend.

With nothing to fear,
You'll enjoy time in the here.
Things will stay clear,
Unlike my confusing rhyming rear.

There is the cat's holiday advice. Now I will go chew on some mice. The cat takes everything that comes his way. What the hell I say. Of course some I'd like to whack upside the head with a shoe, but you just have to give a whoopdi friggin doo. That is all today class from my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.