So dVerse is talking about preparation and Brian already stole the H cremation. So the cat will go ahead a bit to prepare for the rantings of some BIG twit.
The groceries are half gone,
With the approaching dawn.
The water is low,
No generator at my show.
The gas tank is almost bare,
The tp I continue to tear.
Still no idea how to do this or that,
Have not even stocked up on rat.
Not even tons of books to view.
Or even a game or two,
Which many seriously need to come due.
But I did a ton,
To prepare for such acts under the sun.
I bought some things,
And differed the payment rings.
I forwent the wrapping,
It could come a tapping.
I got caught up on some TV,
Have to know how it ends at my sea.
I wrote another couple posts,
Giving me into March boasts.
Pat keeps going to work,
Now that has to annoy such a senile jerk.
Because oopsy, what is the point?
They say with their nose out of joint.
Stocked up to the brim,
For a day when things will get grim.
Laughing like Y2K,
Which faded away.
For oh my,
Down will come the sky.
Poor Chicken Little was right,
A cartoon on paper that took flight.
Wow, what a dead tree can do.
It can predict much for me and you.
Just like some moron in this day in age,
Who wrote up some conspiracy page,
After fail and fail again,
Because of an end to the writing of dead men.
So prepared for it, I surely am at my sea.
I'm prepared to get up and have a pee.
Then eat a snack,
And go once again to my work shack.
For when the 21st comes, it will shut up all those idiots with their world ending hums. Until they find some other mythical crap that will be believed by each chap. The cat will just smile for a whole mile. They have less brain cells than a bass and surely nowhere near the amount of my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.