Rules To Date And Confuse Your Mate!

A while back, the rules of dating were brought up at my shack. As in there are so many damn rules because there are so many dating fools. The cat had to give that a go, not sorry if I sink low.

Dating is the name of the game.
A game that is far from sane.
It can be anything but tame.
But you could be singing in the rain.

There are those who take it slow.
They might date once a week.
There are those who want it to grow,
And are certainly not for the meek.

There are those who love you on first contact,
In which case you may want to run away fast.
There are those who take a year to come to that fact,
In which case if you wait that long it may last.

There are those that want a thrill.
The old humpity hump fits the bill.
There are those who wait until they get the ring,
Not up for a single fling.

There are those who want friends first.
Friends they have up the ass.
There are those who have a big thirst.
Wanting a buddy to drink with in mass.

There are those who want your dough.
A gold digger with their shovel all ready.
There are those who would rather love grow,
And be poor with no income that is steady.

There are those that date two at at time,
Maybe they will even get up to five.
There are those who dating one is a crime,
Alone is how they really want to survive.

There are those who lie to your face.
They think you ever the fool.
There are those who are truthful with every embrace.
They must have caught hell in school.

There are those who want to procreate the next day,
In which case run faster far far away.
There are those who want none come what may,
No tie downs so they can travel and play.

Dating is the name of the game.
A game that is far from sane.
It can be anything but tame.
Did I mention it's a pain?

Only rule is there are no stuck rules. There will be so many fools. It can really be a mess. Date more not less? Is that a rule? Beats this fool. The cat is glad he's snip snip because then I can just give lip. I will sit back and watch the dating class. Much less painful to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.