The cat has reached 500 posts. That means my rhyming ass has had 500 boasts. Things have changed since the start but many still come to my cart. I guess I don't bore yet or you just like the look of this pet. Either way, I think on this very special day, I deserve an award. After all they float around everywhere else but mine won't make you bored. It will be dVerse and so cool it will make you curse. For it is the Uber Flabagaster Tripilating Bohlingaringding Award. I know you're saying something like "oh lord." But that is typical of my sea. And now the people of Bohlingaringding have decided to question me. I have to accept this oh so awesome award too. I mean you press a button and it can moo.
Questions for the Uber Flabagaster Tripilating Bohlingaringding Award Will Now Come Due. I'll still try not to bore you.
What is a Bohlingaringding?
Shouldn't you know you're own thing?
A elephant with purple hair?
Either way I bet you're rare.
But that is my best guess.
For Bohlingaringdings sound like a mess.
How does a Bohlingaringding change a tire?
Start a cave man fire?
Beat people with a club?
Maybe hire a bear cub?
How am I supposed to know?
Does this look like the Bohlingaringding show?
Can Bohlingaringdings fly?
Do I look like a travel guy?
But let's test the theory,
Things may get dreary.
As I chuck you from a plane,
And you land on a train.
Bohlingaringdings are very vocal, wouldn't you say?
Well judging from today,
I would agree.
You are beginning to annoy me.
You sound like a mix between a rooster and a cow.
I'll stick to just my meow.
Bohlingaringdings are afraid of forks, right?
Are you looking for a fight?
I'll send you over the moon,
While you get stuck with the fork and gouged by the spoon.
Bohlingaringdings don't like insults?
Maybe you should hideaway in bank vaults.
Then none would come due,
For the Bohlingaringding crew.
Bohlingaringdings need air?
What do I care?
Bohlingaringdings can't tell a question from a statement.
So I hope you get bent.
Bohlingaringdings can bend many ways?
It truly is the end of days.
Bohlingaringdings may sound new,
But as their legend grew.
I found they were dumber than sand,
And you know what happens to that in my land.
It gets filled up with stuff,
That I let out in the buff.
Bohlingaringdings don't like your talk?
Then the Bohlingaringdings should take a walk.
Are you still here?
You still want to award my little rhyming rear?
While I'll take your Uber Flabagaster Tripilating Bohlingaringding Award,
And wrap it around your neck like a vacuum cord.
Then hang you in a tree,
And set your Bohlingaringding self free.
Does the Bohlingaringding like that?
Now I sound like Drazin at my mat.
Bohlingaringding this, Bohlingaringding that.
Bohlingaringdings were just trying to get some free air time from the cat.
But that doesn't change,
That on my range.
500 have come due,
For all to view.
From Tarsier Man,
To the Written Mitten clan.
To all of you,
And my former bout with poo.
All are there to see,
So screw thee.
Take your Bohlingaringding award,
And shove it because I'm bored.
But Bohlingaringding is fun to say,
Maybe a book one day.
So Bohlingaringding yourself away,
For 500 has come due at my bay.
I guess the Uber Flabagaster Tripilating Bohlingaringding Award was just as crappy as the other horde. But now you know thanks to me that if a Bohlingaringding should ever greet thee, ignore them and run away for they will blab on all day. Bury them and their award in the grass just like I did with my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.