The ninja wannabe says Pat rocks.
The cat has to agree.
Does that cause shocks?
While just follow along with me.
The cat is fine to embrace.
Pat does feed me after all.
So I'm not between a rock and a hard place.
Aren't they both hard like a solid wall?
That could get rated R.
But I'm snip snip.
So I won't get very far.
Nothing hard down there to grip.
I don't want to rock the boat.
Then it might tip over.
Unless it's weighed down by a goat,
Or maybe a fat rover.
Instead I'll get my rocks off.
How can that be?
Not that I want to scoff,
But wouldn't I need rocks on me to get some off of me?
I haven't hit rock bottom yet.
You can count on the cat.
Being a 4 month ahead pet,
My blog won't go splat.
I'm steady as a rock.
I won't even move around.
What is with all this me talk?
Pat rocks and has been found.
That mini ninja spy was here.
I showed you a week or so ago.
He sang like a chipmunk and hurt my ear,
That is when he spotted it at our show.
He must have had the clones relay the news,
And the ninja wannabe found out.
Then away he did cruise,
Sending the news out and about.
What news is that?
Why it is Pat rocks.
It won't be disputed by the cat.
On the floor he even knocks.
Do you see what I mean? He rocks with ease at our scene. Back and forth he goes. When he stops, who knows. Rocking in a rocking chair. He rocks with ease at our lair. When I don't take it that is. Hey, I like the rocking biz. What? I took it literally you say? Pffft, that is what the ninja wannabe meant at his bay. You can't fool the cat. Pat is too boring for anything else at our blog mat. Now I have cleared up the rock with my sass. The blog world has now be rocked by my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.