So the cat received hate mail a time or two from the so called snobby poetry crew, slamming the rhyme as they saw fit. But I just treat them like some nitwit. This one though made me laugh a bunch a she/he/it is really really out to lunch.
Now, I'm not going to give it, let's go with "it" for this fit, the time of day and post the crap they kept trying to say. But they did email a time or two, saying they saw the blog and some conversation with them should come due. Some thought actually went into it, as it didn't seem like some scam type shit. So Pat pretended to play along, letting them sing their song.
First it was normal as can be,
Then they really liked talking to me.
Then it came to no more just nice,
It wanted to add some spice.
No idea where the nut came from,
But I laughed off my bum.
As advice on acts,
And some unwanted facts,
Were asked as well,
It didn't take long to go to Hell.
Then I got blasted for ignoring,
Or because I was boring.
And wasting It's time,
When It could be off with a mime.
It's too bad to,
For before It left they would have flown 1000 miles to be in my view.
And I bet their hot air balloon would take flight.
It was sure full of hot air,
Now It is blocked at my lair.
After one final message came due,
Pound Sand on cue.
Not sure if that was gotten or not,
But it did amuse Pat a whole lot.
King Abubu is pretty bland,
It as least made for fun in my land.
Hope I was comforting too,
As my words flew.
Nut jobs really come out of the wood work,
As they sit and lurk.
I guess that is the price we pay,
For having a blog on display.
Oh well it made for a post for your rhyming host and It was entertaining too as the crap flew. Then came the hate mail that It gave a wail and that is more of what I am used to, with such Peacock's in my view. And that is what happens when you receive a friendly "let's chat" email class. Now you can avoid the hassle thanks to my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.