May Not Be A Piece Of Cake To Give It A Shake!

The cat was out and about when he heard a shout. Hey, how are you, or some typical crap came due. But we won't go with that today, been there done that at my bay.

There you are,
At work, home or bar,
Or somewhere in between,
It does not matter the scene.

And you meet another,
Friend, stranger, brother.
It does not matter at all,
As they give a call.

I suppose it might matter,
If you want their head on a platter.
But let's skip the gruesome today.
On with it you say? Okay!

Words are said,
A nod of the head.
This and that,
Then it comes stat.

That nasty hand shake.
Makes my ocd quake.
Germs galore,
Are usually in store.

Nasty public bathroom users,
Or no soap using abusers.
Just think about that.
A pissy hand shake at your mat.

Anyway, they go another way.
This, that and the other thing at play.
Can't they just do one germ spread?
Nope, they shake until their hand is dead.

They hold hard and shake,
As they act all fake.
They shake up and down and all around.
It is worse than a hound.

They slap this way and that,
Looking like a dingbat.
They shake and then slap.
Is it some kind of trap?

They fist bump too.
I really have no clue.
But at least they don't hug,
Do that and the cat would slap you in your germy mug.

Are you one of those 50 hand shake people at your sea? You have to shake, slap and twist and shout with glee? Kind of like hand foreplay. I suppose if you want to get all handsy at your bay. So as you hand shake 50 ways and spread the germs in mass, just stay away from my non hand shaking little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.