I'm simply going to let you guess the facts of this. Unless you live under a rock most you can't miss. So it should be simple enough. But shhhh I won't tell if you find it rough. Oh wait! Don't count on that. I can be a rather big mouthed cat.
This could turn into a rather Trivial Pursuit.
But you could win some loot.
That would be quite the Risk though.
For funny money type dough.
Although a Hungry Hungry Hippo might swing by.
Yeah, it's just so hungry it might die.
Then you'd be in Trouble.
Might go to jail on the double.
Do not pass go.
I have a Monopoly on little rhyming ass just so you know.
Sorry! It's all mine.
You and the hippo can go dine.
That could be taken out of context.
I might need some Diplomacy before you get vexed.
Maybe if I show pretty pictures.
Although with my Pictionary skills, I'd get tons of strictures.
It would look like a pile of Rummoli.
I'd have better luck being a goalie.
But I could set a Mouse Trap.
Even as I nap.
I could even send you a piece.
Mouse goes quite well with bacon grease.
Then after you can go to Candy Land.
Still the mouse is yummy and quite grand.
That comes from my Master Mind.
There is no other like my behind.
No! Don't undergo an Operation.
Avoid the plastic temptation.
What? You're brain is beginning to Scrabble.
I guess I will no longer dabble.
Can you Connect Four?
To see what I have in store?
You have no Clue?
What am I to do?
Maybe make you Guess Who?
Now, don't turn blue.
Yahtzee! Look you caught on.
It's about time things began to dawn.
As you go through those Snakes and Ladders.
Holding it and suffocating those poor bladders.
Now let go of that stress.
You can now play Chess.
What you like Checkers?
Yeah you and all the old people at Decker's.
Okay, I made that one up.
Don't send a Battleship after me for that hiccup.
Or toss me into Dungeons and Dragons.
Those things will roast me and my wagons.
Just when you think you caught on to me.
I'll yell Jenga with such glee.
In will come a rhyming Twister.
And your poor eyes will start to blister.
So just stroll on the boardwalk.
And don't squawk.
A parrot doesn't become you.
And now my board game rhyme is through.
Oh Damn! I spoiled it for you. I'm sorry it's no longer new. What? You really did catch on? Yeah, keep faking it at my lawn. But if you did not and was a tad slow, Poetical Psyche is where you have to go. Fred gave me the idea. So blame him for this cheer. Now simply just accept that you will never surpass my annoying, yet fun, little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.