NEWS FLASH! Make a dash, as a HUGE interview of Pat and the cat is over at this blog mat!
So it is the most wonderful time of the year at least according to many far and near. But does that really mean all has to be the same at one's scene? Screw the old PC, that will never be done by me. They can stick that in their pipe and blow it. Right up their arse bit by bit. The cat is talking about this and that, that supposedly has to be done at ones mat.
For every holiday,
It is expected at ones bay,
That all has to be done a certain way.
Or so the stick up their bum people say.
Have to use certain wrapping paper.
Pfft, pull a caper.
Using the mooning santa one,
It is very fun.
Have to have certain food.
Pfft not for this rhyming dude.
Instead eat what you eat every day,
At least at my bay.
Oh and have to sing a song,
Any other one is wrong.
Pfft not that they are bad,
Still some are just as rad.
Have to decorate because they did.
If not, nosey neighbor will flip their lid.
Not to mention neighborhood watch,
I'd kick that fuddy duddy in the umm crotch.
Have to have a certain tree.
Like one the mutt uses to lift its leg and pee.
Pfft palm trees work too.
Plus they won't remind you of the snow all around you.
Same for every holiday,
Each year as it comes into play.
Have to, have to.
Says friggin who?
Do what you want,
And then to the crones be sure to taunt.
That makes it so much more fun,
Then the same old crap that is spun.
Strange you may be called,
By those that are appalled.
But strange is grand,
Just look at me in my land.
Now I will go decorate my litterbox,
With some old holy socks.
That would make a great tune,
Hmm may have to be done by this loon.
This isn't to say ones traditions shouldn't be done, as long as all find them fun. But just doing them to follow the mass gives me plenty of gas. Or maybe it just makes me crass and I give off a little bit of sass. Either way I'll worship my singing bass or at least pretend to with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.