A Blast From The Last!

The cat had ordered Pat to go get food. We were down to half a bag, that is just rude. He got there and got our stuff, then there was a ranter in front of him who said they didn't carry enough. Oh, that was fun as now a blog post can be done.

Why is there none?
My bag is done.
My dog needs another.
I'll call your mother.

Give me a bag.
I raise my last minute flag.
But still, give it to me.
I know you got one at your sea.

A half sized bag?
That is a drag.
It costs more than a full sized one.
That is a rip off there, son.

Give me a discount.
A really high amount.
Just because I'm a schmuck,
Doesn't mean I should have to spend an extra buck.

What? Only 10% off?
That makes me scoff.
When will the truck be in?
My dog needs food in its tin.

Don't back talk me.
That polite stuff causes no glee.
I know what you are thinking.
Don't give me any blinking.

Just give me a full bag.
You have one with a normal price tag.
I know it is here.
So bring it near.

What about another store?
Can you go and explore?
I need it here now though.
Come on, give it a go.

None there at all?
What is this pet food hall?
A slacker joint.
Me waiting until the last minute isn't the point.

The blame is on you.
All your fault at your zoo.
Now I'll take this half sized bag.
I know you upped the price tag.

Ahh, the idiots who think everything revolves around them. They like to spit their phlegm. Then they shut up in the end and the extra money they have to spend. If last minute you are, you get no sympathy from my sand bar. Thankfully Pat keeps us stocked in mass. Two month slow shipping only happened once to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.