So Brian with his Gawker powers find art in rain or showers. Wait! Isn't that the same thing? I guess I fail at being a gawker at my wing. Let's make up for that and see what truly can be art at my mat.
Look! There is a screw in the wall.
No, I did not say screw in some bathroom stall.
Why is your mind in the gutter?
Did I stutter?
I guess that can be art.
Okay, a little off point at my cart.
It's a shredder all nice and clunky.
Doesn't it look funky?
Stick some paper out its mouth,
And mail it down south.
I bet it would go for a ton.
Paid for by some nut that had their brains fried under the sun.
Those scissors are nice and yellow,
Oops! Sorry Blabber they are orange and wiggle like jello.
You see they are so old,
A tale can be told.
But that is another story,
To give the scissors glory.
I can't neglect the nifty clock.
It can even walk.
Wait! I guess that is roll.
Either way it took a stroll.
An elastic sling shot.
That is art by a whole lot.
Snap someone in the ass,
Or even fling bass.
See Brian I mentioned a bum,
That has to score points and then some.
Your twin will back me up there.
That is so not fair!
It is a staff only sign.
I don't want to carry any damn walking stick around acting all divine.
See how long that one was?
Because I want no such buzz.
Damn staff are too much work.
Work = staff. Oops, I guess that is a perk.
Desk as clean as a shiny bald head,
Of that potato who's name isn't Ted.
I here he is all head.
Using the same word twice must bring dread.
Wow this gawker stuff is really fun,
Who knows what tale can be spun.
From a little of this and that.
And a rhyme from the cat.
Yeah, the cat is full of nonsense today as I gawked away at my bay and had my say. But what are you going to do about it? Knowing some they'll gawk away at their pit. I guess the cat is just carrying on The Gawker's tradition and thankfully bush number three has no extradition. So he can't get me from my grass and all he can do is curse my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.