August 16th, 2011. Placed the cat nip down for that rotten cat. Left a long trail for him to follow. Drazin knew as he got closer, he'd be hanging from the end of a rope. Drazin reveled in the notion of having Drazin's new cat slippers. The bushes were prickly as Drazin waited, but the nagging pain was bearable for a God of Drazin's stature. As Drazin saw those two cats coming, lapping up the cat nip, Drazin crouched down and waited.
Thought he was brazen
Really the mind of a raisin
Getting me high on cat nip
Hoping Cassie and I would take a dip
Not knowing we smelled his stench
After our cat nip need got quenched
We'd leaving him hanging
His mouth banging
With a frown
August 16th, 2011. As Drazin's new slippers came that much closer to reality, Drazin 's eyes emitted a glow from the bushes. Drazin guesses that is what gave Drazin away. Oh the powers of a God can be such a curse at times. As Drazin began cursing those cats with words Drazin doesn't care to write. But Drazin will have Drazin's day and those cats will pay.
Wow Mr. God you can really swear
While your hanging upside down there
I guess your trap was unwise
Just like your fake Godly disguise
Now Cassie don't berate this God so much
Even though with reality he's out of touch
As he might turn the rope around
And hanged he may be found
Wait would that work
With one quick jerk
His ego would break the branch
Leaving no need to stop a stanch
Yeah this fool is too dumb
And then some
To ever be out of our hair
But what should we care
He can't beat us
Although with an ego the size of a bus
We should give him a hand
As up his you know he can pound a lot of sand
August 16th, 2011. Those two mouthy felines left Drazin hanging upside down, in Drazin's own trap. But that doesn't give the Great God Drazin any despair. As the more they let their guard down, the more chances Drazin will have to strike and get Drazin's cat slippers. As winter is coming and even the feet of a God get cold.
So there we go. I of course took some liberties at my show. But used the idea to weave in and out, this latest shout. From that Drazin mook, who would probably survive a nuke. As I just can't be rid of his hot air and gas, guess I'll have to try harder with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.