So today for dVerse we delve into the unknown. But never fear you can do it over the telephone. So if you are interested I'm sure you can find these great people that are one-of-a-kind. But Pat was oh so lucky the other day as he strolled about the street away from our bay.
Pat was out and about,
As we were home stretched out.
When he walked past a guy,
Like he was giving him the stink eye.
Of course Pat tried to walk away,
Especially after the nuts on the beach that one day.
But he followed along,
And then began his familiar song.
I have this power I want to share.
I can show it off with flair.
Just stand right there,
And let me become aware.
Actually, he almost rhymed to.
Makes my work easier at my zoo.
And then came the rest of his crap,
As he gave his head a slap.
Yep, just like Larry, Curly and Moe.
Next he pretended he could glow.
Then he gave off a hum.
He was obviously on the rum.
Pat turned to walk away.
He then said he had something to say.
He knew he was going to walk away.
My, that was a hard guess with two eyes on display.
He told Pat that he had the power.
He had just had a psychic shower.
And then his eyebrows begin to squirm.
He told Pat it would be next year before he got anything long-term.
And that he saw 10 and 14,
On his great psychic screen.
So within that many months at my sea,
I would be a huge hit and dance with glee.
Then of course he stuck out his hand.
Looking kind of drunk and barely able to stand.
Pat would have gave him a high five,
But with such germs he probably would never get out alive.
But he knew it would make for a good blog post.
And the cats would agree at our coast.
So he gave him a few buck and off he went.
Surprisingly, it was to Tim Hortons and not a beer tent.
Why these people keep finding Pat, sure beats the hell out of the cat. But it gives me another rhyme to use for a dVerse time. As for psychics I think there are some that may have some sort of gift or power. But most of them are just weeds and will never be a flower. Or maybe they just really have a bad case of gas. If that were the case, I would sure be a great psychic little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.