Patience Can Fly With The Rely!

The cat is as independent as can be. He likes to get things done himself at his sea. Why is that? Because then I can get it done stat. No playing the waiting game. With others, it's not the same.

I can't do that.
Can scoop the scat.
Can make a rhyme.
Can spin a dime.

Maybe even mime.
But that's crime.
So no can do,
Here at my zoo.

But can't fix a car.
Nope, can't go far.
Can blow it up though,
In case you want to know.

Can't do a heart transplant.
Yeah, that's a big slant.
Why would I do that to myself?
Let's leave that one on the shelf.

Things you can't do.
We all have a few.
Then you get stuck.
Shit outta luck.

Waiting to get in.
Taking it on the chin.
Waiting for it to be done.
Waiting is just no fun.

Things take time.
That isn't a crime.
But there's time and then there's time.
6 months later is a crime.

A double rhyme.
The same chime.
Still not as much a crime,
As a long arse time.

And then you have some,
Who are just rather umm dumb.
They don't even get it right.
Better off going to fly a kite.

So on the rely,
Patience can fly.
Out the window it may go,
And such chaps can turn from friend to foe.

Ever get that where you are at? Always a melon on which to rely. They are out there to screw some girl or guy. Not in a fun way. Unless maybe you are looking for that at your bay. The cat won't judge, much, if you are. Thankfully none of these nuts have got me for a while at my sand bar. It's like all they do is roll in the grass. They are more lazy than my feline little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.