The cat has said time and time again at his den, that he did not expect this to last and now season one and two are in the past. Season one was a bit behind season two. For season two never missed a day at my zoo. 366 straight, thanks to the leap year fate. So what is to come in season three? Who knows, surely not me.
I can say,
That with each display,
There will be a rhyme,
And I'll draw closer to my 1000th chime.
But other than that,
I'll still be a random cat.
Of course lots of fun
Will surely be spun.
A movie post or ten,
Will grace my den.
A whoopdi friggen doo,
Will surely come to your view.
Of course there will be more than one,
Making fun of all who come here a ton.
dVerse will get a shout too,
Unless Brian burns down his zoo.
Tarsier Man and Drazin will play,
Causing the cat dismay.
An awful mime will probably get a word,
As they are very absurd.
There will surely be a picture show,
As many tend to be at the discretion of my flow.
Nonsense will arise,
Maybe a post or two showing I can be wise.
And hopefully tons of books,
Will come to get looks.
Of course a rant or fifty,
Will come and be nifty.
Then of course Flappy may show.
I hate her you know.
The nuts will come with their chime,
That gives me a search engine rhyme.
So I guess in the end,
It is an easy trend,
To guess what may come,
From my little rhyming bum.
At least for 25% of the year.
The rest may strike fear.
Like a zombie foot post.
All is fair game to this host.
So now on with season three. I don't want to bore thee. Oh and readers beware, nothing is off limits at my lair. Or at least almost nothing I suppose. The cat will not talk about clothes. Then again that may work and give me a smirk. I guess we shall just have to wait and see what comes to pass from my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.