These just wanted to come out so the cat gave them a shout. Out they did flow. Why? Damned if I know. The brain said type it and so I did every bit.
There once was a man in a tin foil hat.
He fell down the stairs and then he went splat.
We don't know the why, we don't know the who.
All he said was, "They got me, boo hoo."
The window is blocked, the door nailed shut.
So says the one stuck in a rut.
The ceiling is steel, the floor is too.
There is an escape, the hole for the loo.
Spoilers are given at a free rate.
Some are new, some out of date.
With each one there is a whine.
Surfing such sites just isn't divine.
Up we went and down we go.
Where we stop, that you know.
Or maybe that you kinda knew.
Let's keep that between me and you.
Set in stone is the saying that's used.
That can leave many amused.
Others may cause an interruption to pass.
Can't amuse the whole human mass.
The bed was made and the floor was clean.
The whole house had some kind of glean.
Why is that? Well that is easy to know.
The house was for sale and up for a show.
The real world brings on the fake.
The fake makes you do a double take.
Between real and fake the medium lies.
Finding such a spot is rare beneath skies.
There was an old fat man with a white beard.
He was something the whole town feared.
Then he gave all toys and a wrapped gift.
Cut his work down to a once a year shift.
There were peas in a shoe and corn in a glove.
They wouldn't leave with any push and shove.
Like rocks they were while stuck in place.
The Great Corn Pea death is still an open case.
A meowing cat was seen on the street.
It was enticed in with a fancy treat.
The humans gave it a name and it was lame.
The cat didn't care ruling the fellow and the dame.
The cat really went off today. Anything your brain wants to make you say? There has to be something that pops on in and wants to be given a spin. Let it out with ease whenever you please. The cat does whether it's nice or sass. It just flows out my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.