So Pat is quite OCD and everything is all neat and tidy, anything that piles up is stuck in a box or something out of sight at least, such is the nature of the beast. As all has its place and to not be there is just a disgrace. Anyway, I will digress as this is about the compter I will confess. For it was full of junk, no wonder it was in a funk. Instead of Pat and maybe the cat deleting crap it just filled the computers map. Until Pat finally took the time to make it go poof. You think the cat would waste time on such a goof?
Pictures of a mime,
For a certain chime.
Also of a humping rabbit,
That is such a nasty habit.
Some thing titled sfsfsddfs too.
I guess he likes playing Clue.
Ten different copies of the same thing,
In real life one would fling.
Programs that were once a perk,
Which no longer work.
Things so long past,
They can be found fast.
With one Google search.
Yep years of crap in the lurch.
Who needs those codes,
To get different modes?
Codes for what?
Hmm the palace of King Tut?
Combination to the bush with the tushes butt?
Or just for some download crap at my hut?
Whichever you like best,
You can use at your nest.
But keep it close to the vest,
For I don't want an unwanted guest.
Like a little spy ware,
Acting like they care.
Won't you webcam with me?
I'll only charge every other second for thee.
Thankfully there was none of that,
As those are squashed flat.
Plus their time seems to be taken by a fan.
I hear it is a certain Penguin Man.
Now favorites was a whole new ball game.
Some were tame,
Some were lame.
Poker and Roulettle hmmm no longer do I make a claim.
Those days are gone.
But come the dawn,
I still like Donkey Kong,
But not doubles of each and every song.
Even those dirty cat pics,
Pat threw away like they were hicks.
I suppose they've been there before the snip snip,
So I no longer need to take a dip.
Thus goodbye to the computer clutter,
Nothing left to put the cat's mind in the gutter.
Hmm I think it is there anyway,
Here's to a much cleaner display.
Ha! Fat chance of that.
Shut up! You old bat.
Don't talk to me,
At my own sea.
Oops! Must have been some spam,
I better turn that to toe jam.
Want to see sexy me?
Bah! It's a troll dressed like a bee.
Oh this has gotten far off track,
Time to hide in the bush crack.
So no click here will show,
Giving the crowd some troll hoe.
Who knew computer clutter could be so fun? Now Pat no longer has a ton. Took a while to go through, should have just wiped it all from view. But that was not the case as Pat saw my secret stash of kitty pics and removed them without a trace. But then I guess I still have Cass to chase around my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer