The Pest of Rest!

After yesterday are you all rhymed out from my play? Nah, I didn't think so. You know there will always be another post to show. But for those that can't past the test here is a little rest.

Stay in bed.
Rest your head.
Let the body stretch.
Don't play fetch.

A little air,
Screw the hair.
Screw the clothes.
Umm curl toes.

Wait, that's not rest.
But passes any test.
Did you stutter?
Okay, out of the gutter.

Now rest within.
Forget the woes at your bin.
Think happy thoughts.
But don't think lots.

I really just said that?
A bumper sticker cat.
A bumper to a humper?
Won't be a umm grumper.

Unless you're grumpy blue.
Then that's nothing new.
Now rest your fingers.
Nothing new lingers.

Sing a tune.
Be like Betsy and dance with a spoon.
Even at rest exercise be nice.
But no need to do it twice.

Relax in a chair.
Can still be bare.
Just pull the curtain.
Of that be certain.

Eat and be Mary.
Play with dogs that are hairy.
Hmm got that wrong?
Blame Donkey Kong.

And viola it's the next day.
Things came what may.
And guess what?
Nothing exploded at your hut.

Rest for the cat? We get plenty of that. May not seem so but when you are ahead plenty of rest can show. Things will always get done and then more things will need to be given a run. It never ends until you are dead. Then you rest in a permanent bed. So take a day, come what may, relax and let go of some gas. Trust my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.