The cat will spoil things for you today. I am going to go all worst at my bay. Nope, not zombie feet. We will skip that eye treat. So the cat will spill on the worst kept secrets for a thrill.
The world isn't flat.
Still morons that believe that.
Was that a secret too?
Whoops, spilled it at my zoo.
That new, wonderful pill,
Will cost many a bill,
But it won't make you thin.
Sorry, enjoy the double chin.
You cat really rules you.
It is very true.
You think you are in control,
But domination is a feline's goal.
Music has meaning.
Go ahead and do some screening.
The words mean something.
Like, it's spring so have a fling.
Writing takes actual writing to do.
What? You thought magic did it for you?
Does this look like Harry Potter?
Pssst, he too was a written plotter.
Clothes will come back around.
Yep, same styles can be found.
Not sure that is good,
But then what do I know in my hood.
Every movie that makes a buck,
Will get remade, sequelized, redone or prequelized by a duck.
Quack, quack, quack is what they do.
I'm sure that one will get remade too.
Not everyone can win.
Isn't that a sin?
But get a medal anyway,
Even if you watched others play.
Can't work when you're dead.
But can't stay in bed.
Would they call that a balancing act?
That is a secret fact.
On the blog I rhyme.
At least 99.99% of the time,
Because there is Pat's novel stuff.
No rhyming can be rough.
Did you learn the worst kept secrets today? Aren't you glad I had my say? Now you know the truth. Wouldn't worst and secret create an oxymoron when together in a booth? Was that the point in the cat making fun? I guess I can't fool anyone. But I have still have class as I end, as always, with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.