On October 24th, 2013 at 9:35am Atlantic time reached the 1 millionth person to view a rhyme!
The cat has been asked here and there how he keeps it all up at his lair. Oh that sounds rather dirty and a bit flirty. But I'm snip snip, so pick up your lip.
How do you keep it up?
Have special coffee in your cup?
Nope, not even one glass.
Care to try again at my grass?
You must have a clone.
That is why there is never a ring tone.
Do I look like a ninja wannabe,
Too shady to let his clones free?
You hire out.
That is how you have time to shout.
Umm with what money I say,
A cat does not get any pay.
The cat has a litter.
So he uses the babysitter.
Using a babysitter you say?
My, someone's in the gutter today.
You can stop time.
So you can keep up the daily rhyme.
Very out of the box with that one.
But nope, although it would be fun.
You wrote 1000 posts before you decided to blog,
So now everything rotates like a cog.
My, I must have really been on it,
With some posts I was able to tell the future a bit.
You have a machine that hooks up to your brain,
Then it transfers thoughts to your blog lane.
Damn, that would be nice.
I bet it costs a hefty price.
You force neighborhood kids to do it.
Not paying them one bit.
Now there is a plan.
I could round up a whole clan.
You just don't sleep.
Easy enough answer at your keep.
Cat's sleep 70% of their life.
So wrong, sorry for the strife.
I give up.
Let's go back to the coffee cup.
Some nice guesses there.
But actually it is far more rare.
Ready to hear the cat secret at his bay? It may cause you a little dismay. So go now if you don't want any strife, I don't want to rule your life. This blog is all in your head. Yep, that is what I said. Really there is nothing here at all. You all just have a rhyming syndrome at your hall. I hear it also causes a case of gas. Now I wiggle off with my imaginary little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.