What's today? Is it something at my bay? Hmm, it could be. Can it be guessed by thee? If you are wrong the cat may rub it in. But you are used the that at my looney bin.
Could it be the birthday of the cat?
He would like that.
Chicken by the hunk.
Or steak could go kerplunk.
Maybe Cassie's birthday.
She doesn't care anyway.
Allergies keep her from getting chicken.
Don't want her allergy stricken.
Pat's you know it is not.
Or 24 posts a day would be the plot.
Maybe that you did not know.
If so, wait until March for the show.
A blogger that is out there,
Getting made fun of at my lair?
Do you see a name?
Not even a Gawker claim.
The anniversary of the blog,
When the cat cleared the fog,
And made it crystal clear,
That he had a rhyming rear?
Maybe Pat got a mutt,
Here at our hut.
The cat would tell you that,
And pelt it with scat.
Pat brought home a female?
That would be a fail.
The cat would run her out.
Can't have my trout.
We have to go to that other sea?
That would bring no glee.
Cats and dogs reside everywhere.
We hate that other lair.
Maybe I'm screwing with you?
Have you figured it out at your zoo?
It's been the same time every year.
This is the 4th time for my rhyming rear.
What could it be?
Should I tell thee?
It's four years in a row,
Without missing a post at my show.
Did you guess that? You can admit it to the cat. It is okay to guess the cat is moving to Timbuktu. Although that will never come due. One year to go and then met my goal at my show. Will I stick to everyday after that? We shall see at my blog mat. I will still have tons of sass, so you can count on my everyday little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.