How is it hanging?
I was snip snip, so it doesn't matter there will be no banging.
The sky? The ceiling? Your coffee cup?
What's in a name?
Letters, is this some sort of game?
Kiss my ass!
Only if it is a mighty fine mass.
Would you like it in the arm or the knee?
Go fly a kite.
Can I chew the string at my site?
Time to go water the dog.
I didn't know we had a hose at the blog.
You are so hot.
Actually I am cold at my plot.
This is a no put down zone.
Why would I want to put anything down and hear you moan?
Watch out for the nuts on the road.
Who would throw away perfectly good nuts to a toad?
My back is killing me.
Can you put it in jail at your sea?
It's raining cats and dogs.
I don't even see any frogs.
And you can take that to the bank.
But I have no money or gas in my tank.
Not alive anymore because he kicked the bucket.
Buckets are scary, next time I see one I will duck it.
I had a very long day.
You exceeded 24 hours at your bay?
I think I'm in a bit of a pickle.
Being inside a bit of a pickle must tickle.
He just put his foot in his mouth.
That has to stunt growth.
That guy has a chip on his shoulder.
Why doesn't he just eat it or crush it with a boulder?
Good luck, and break a leg.
Leave my leg alone I don't want a peg.
I can't get through to you so screw this.
You are not going to screw me for any bliss.
Oh how language can be taken in so many ways. It can sure leave one in a daze, if they can ever get through the maze. But then taking things literally can be fun as you can pick at many under your sun. That is all today class from my literal little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.