I bet you didn't know that rule. Well you know it is really cool. If you want to get out of trouble on the double, simply find a rhyme for what you have done wrong and sing it out in song. All will then be right at least until you can run out of sight.
Smash went the glass.
Thanks to a wiggle from my ass.
I can't read fragile.
Don't you know I'm agile?
See, bad goes to good.
Here in my hood.
So let's give it a try,
First up is the lie.
Didn't want to make you cry?
Better than a poke to the eye?
Oh me oh my.
At least you didn't die.
Definitely better than the last one.
What about getting the trash done?
You forgot doesn't do it.
But these will be a hit.
Sure beats a bad rash.
Or a big bloody gash.
The oh so scary color clash.
And surely a Mel Gibson flash.
Damn, I am grand.
Helping all across the land.
How about a bill?
Hmm yeah that is worse than a Gibson thrill.
Or maybe not.
Depends on how deep the plot.
Plus if you like his Lethal Weapon I suppose.
But that's as far as that goes.
Could be running late.
Beats being hit with a plate.
A scary blind date.
Where you find the gender is opposite what you are looking for in a mate.
That last one might be a bit wordy though.
Just talk fast and away you go.
Not listening can stir an itch.
Say it beats a computer glitch,
A rather foreign itch,
Or being hit by a stray pitch.
Twist and shout the words,
You'll even fool the birds.
Stop going back to Gibson with your mind.
Never should have been mentioned by my behind.
Speaking of which,
Could be a work glitch.
Like you fake sick.
Did you get that, Dick?
Make that dirty mind take a hike,
For I was talking to Dick Van Dyke.
A Diagnosis Murder could come due.
He would surely find the clue.
Oh yes, faking sick.
If you get caught pull out a brick.
Beats you hitting your boss with that.
If you do so don't blame the cat.
Also get licked by jolly old saint nick.
Or on the receiving end of a Deliverance hick.
Where you could get the lick and a trick.
So many gutter things rhyme with sick.
But you forget to shovel snow.
Oh how I hate that white strat at my show.
Beats having your eyes pecked out by a crow.
Or loping off a toe.
Walking around in a pretty pink bow.
And obviously finding your extremities glow.
Simply find something worse,
And before long they will curse.
You will hurt their brain.
Or simply end up having all think you are insane.
Now wasn't that a good lesson for today? Beats going out and eating hay, actually having Gibson on display, bills you have to pay or taking a nose dive in a food tray. See I could go on all day. Don't know why I picked on Gibson at my bay. It just popped in as I blurted out some sass and it surely got the point across of my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.