Four years of blogging have now come due here at my rhyming zoo. Four years is sure longer than I ever thought I would be rhyming away, but here we are at my bay. And the fun keeps rolling on, sure many many more years will dawn. But now it is on to season five at my sea. I guess I can give some spoilers about what's to come from me.
There will be this,
There will be that.
I will rant and hiss,
Show pics of the cat.
There will be a tune or three.
Maybe even some gifs.
I will make fun of thee.
Spirits will lift with no rifts.
There will be a book or ten.
Maybe even some bad art from me.
A rip off or seven at my den.
Along with each search engine crazy.
Did I mention I'd rant?
That I like to do.
May even make a chant,
With some fat to chew.
I will ask what the hell,
With such human things to.
Like how is fat swell?
And who would want to chew?
Maybe even a long arse post.
The story would contain versions of each.
Watch out for Whoopdi Friggin Doo at my coast,
That Robbie Raisin likes to beseech.
But all of that you know,
Let's get more creative now.
For what will really show,
Will make all of you meow.
The cat will strike it rich.
Yep, he'll win the lottery this year.
What? Don't believe that pitch?
Don't worry, you and I will cheer.
The cat will chew on everything rubber.
The cat will chew on string.
The cat will keep off the blubber,
By simply upchucking everything.
Most of all the cat will reply,
To all who comes to see,
What rhyme fell from the sky,
From little old rhyming me.
Season Four is in the past, hopefully season five will be a blast. Away the cat will go and there will always be a show. The posts will continue to grow and the cat will make some eat crow. And I am sure much more will come to pass than what is thought up right now by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.