Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Scarf It Down At Your Town!

Nothing can be done by you humans at all. Not without one thing nearby at your hall. You act like you are starving to death. Some dog waiting around with, or without, bad breath. At least you don't drool. That wouldn't be cool.

Say it loud, say it proud.
Do whatever to draw a crowd.
Once it's drawn, keep it there.
How? Easy peasy. Food to spare.

Have it set up on display.
Many more will come your way.
Grease and grime, dirt and paste.
Someone, somewhere won't let it waste.

They snack and chow.
They'll eat balls of a cow.
That many may see is bull.
True though, until they are full.

Can't get together without a snack.
Can't go out without a lobster shack.
Can't go down a corner without fast food.
Say it's not fast and you're just rude.

Can't attend an event or game.
Can't light a candle and watch the flame.
Have to have that extra addition.
Extra! Extra! This isn't Early Edition.

Driving and eating and driving and eating.
Even go out with some trick or treating.
A treat to trick and dress up like a clown.
My, food has sure taken over your town.

Can't go on a date or find a mate.
Can't go without food on a plate.
Or in a bucket or can or maybe your pocket.
Can't even go without it when attached to a rocket.

Additions, preservatives, GMO and more.
Damn any of that with each encore.
That fine print is so small anyway.
Just chow down and then go out to play.

Or play to chow down to play.
Redundant a bit, but what the hey.
That taste is ever so sweeter after.
Maybe store some spare food up in a rafter.

Say it loud, say it proud.
Fatten up the nearest crowd.
You'll have their heart and their loins
You may even gain a few coins.

Do you humans see yourselves sometimes? Or are you blind to it like mimes? Everything you do brings food in view. Some even eat on the loo. That is rather eww. And what some classify as food isn't really so. But that many just don't want to know. So those rats turds get mashed into the burger you ate. So you ate the equivalent of glue on your plate. The important thing is you had food in mass. Pffft the cat isn't even that much of a glutton little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

A Response The Same With Each Claim!

The cat has watched Pat go to a few and one question seems to always shine on through. I'm sure you heard it too. Maybe even asked it at your zoo. Are they that dumb? The why can even be answered by my little rhyming bum.

Different tasks.
Different asks.
Different tones.
Same old phones.

Pick up and dial.
Add to the pile.
The pile of time.
A waste ringing chime.

A question before.
A question forevermore.
A question in store.
Dumbos galore.

Why do you want to work here?
It comes ever so clear.
Do they expect something witty?
Doubtful when an old bitty.

Do they expect something profound?
Maybe a butt kissing hound.
Nose up their ass.
Adding to the hired mass.

Why do you want to work here?
Does it bring cheer?
An ego boost.
Come home to roost.

Why do you want to work here?
Kicks back into gear.
As if it ever left.
Question must have heft.

Why do you want to work here?
Surely does, oh dear.
Or oh fluck.
Go pass the buck.

Speaking of buck.
Maybe dough on a truck.
Maybe dollars or cash.
A wad full to flash.

Why do you think?
Look up if brought to the brink.
The answer is ever so clear.
Why do you want to work here?

Ever get that question at your sea? Of course a BS answer comes to be. But doesn't it most always come back to the money? Maybe they find asking it funny. For if you win 50 million bucks would you stay? Answer to that is usually, no way! Then it proves it is about the money in mass. Told you that was even known by my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Monday, July 16, 2018

Blog On Come Dawn!

A new dawn is here and here is a new post for you to peer. That is sure nothing new. Always one here to view. At least while the cat is going. On with today's showing. A blog for the blog. That kind of a hog?

Many come, many go.
Some put on a show.
Some put on none.
Some do it for fun.

The muse talks.
The finger walks.
Or maybe fingers.
Some second stringers.

Ideas a plenty.
Maybe twenty.
Then out they run.
They have none.

Fade away.
Can't play.
But those that stay.
Enjoy the fray.

A happy crew.
Ever so true.
A hand to help.
No need to yelp.

Interrupted here and there.
Great Post shows everywhere.
Maybe with a follow me.
On such follow back we pee.

Back to hopping.
A post is dropping.
Dropping on in.
Giving many blogs a spin.

Work it takes.
No hand shakes.
Just a comment crew.
Each ever so true.

New parts of the world.
New facts are hurled.
New things are learned.
Some have returned.

Many come, many go.
Some put on a Farcebook show.
But those that stay,
Sure are there come what may.

Enjoy the blogland do you? You must if you are at my zoo. Unless R came back with a Great Post. Then Blue may go coast to coast. Sure a fun community is had. Beats any crummy Farcebook pad. Been blogging a while at your sea? Gonna keep going a while more with a blogger spree? The cat will sure keep on passing gas. That is the same as posting from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

In A Funk With A Drunk!

The cat heard a whiner nearby. He is sure one whiny guy. I ran under the bed. But still easy to hear what the whiner said. So this ode came to be. Only thing such umm idiots will ever get from me.

Boo hoo, boo hoo.
What I say is so true.
I'm starving and broke.
I can't afford a Coke.

Life is so hard.
No gas to mow the yard.
No money for bills.
I'm the talk of rumor mills.

Milling and tilling.
My life isn't thrilling.
It is so so so bad.
I'm so so so sad.

Wait here for me.
I've got a place to be.
I'll be back in a jiffy.
I have to go get spiffy.

These are my last ones.
The washer no longer runs.
The last clean clothes.
Oh, life gives me so many woes.

I'm off for a drive.
I don't know if I'll survive.
But I need to go.
I've got things to do, you know.

That hits the spot.
Makes the day less hot.
Eases my worried mind.
I only get the good kind.

300 bucks a week.
My liquor sure doesn't play hide and seek.
It gets me through the day.
Life is so hard my way.

Only 300 unless I run out.
Then maybe another 100 comes about.
I need my cigarettes too.
That's only a few 100 or two.

I have no idea how to survive.
Those bills are eating me alive.
Ah. That hit the spot.
No. I don't drink a lot.

Pffffffffffffft from the cat. He never whined to me again after that. Guess he didn't like what I had to say. I'm sure you can guess that it wasn't a very nice retort from our bay. Know any such whiny drunks like that? Or maybe just whiny where they are at. Got no time for them at my sea. On them the cat wouldn't even pee. I guess toward them I am a bit crass. But that keeps such fools from whining more than once to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Slow And Steady With A Foot Ready!

In a rush today? Guess you won't be going anywhere fast now that you are at my bay. That is how rushing works, right? You all do it with rush hour at many a site.

Heading for home.
Not out to roam.
Heading and heading.
Dreaming of bedding.

Tired and sore.
No need to explore.
Wanting to rest.
A nap's the best.

Heading and...stopped.
Any rushing flopped.
Stuck and stuck.
Muttering thinks like fluck.

Gas fumes galore.
Cars door to door.
Bumper to bumper.
That car wants to hump her.

Ever so close.
PDA out of the house.
The mechanical kind.
Screw loose on its mind.

Rev and go.
Seconds to blow.
Stopped once more.
Won't get an encore.

Change the lane.
No pain, no gain.
Try for another score.
Hear that engine roar.

Stop and go.
Still at so so.
Sure no quickie.
But the heat makes you sticky.

Get the green light.
This time it's all right.
Took it to far away spaces.
It's off to the races.

Red rears its head.
Back to dreaming of bed.
To linger hours in heat.
Rush hour's giving treat.

Hmmm, that went kinda off kilter. Maybe the car needs a new filter? Beats the heck out of me. You humans named it rush hour from sea to sea. Not much rushing around. Don't you love when traffic is found? Bumper to bumper and door to door. My, those vehicles sure want more and more. Of course insurance companies may give them sass. I'll stick to generating traffic and not be stuck in it for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, July 13, 2018

A Brand New One With An Awakening Run!

The cat has to give Pat a non-rhyming go today. I just sighed at my bay. Although I think I may need to clean myself too. This one delves into wacko territory at our zoo. Blame the WEP for this. The story took hold there and brought about this not so bliss.

I dwell in the recesses of every rat mind. My existence known to all but corrupted by the blind trust in a cesspool. There I linger waiting to be released. There I shall linger and awaken. My tool will become salvation. The universe will cheer my unending release. What is to come will chlorinate the cesspool of rats. My mission from the universe shall see to that. I shall see with a sense that can only be attained by releasing. An awakening has begun. The universe’s desires will come to fruition. I will rise. I will release. I will awaken.

Doesn't give much away with what it has to say? The cat will give some spoilers this day.

#1. You may need a shower after reading a bit. Psycho is it.
#2. Not a single character is named in the whole thing. Interest piqued at your blog wing?
#3. Not a single word of dialogue is spoken in the whole book. Or maybe it is all dialogue, have a look.
#4. Pat may scare some after this one. Who knew he could give such a psycho mind a run?

There you go. Some spoilers given a go at our blog show. Wasn't enough for you? I guess you'll have to give it a view. Although your skin may surely crawl as the psycho and the universe has a ball. Has piqued now come to pass? Time I go clean my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

No Need For A Mate With This Date!

No more clubbing over the head. That is good, many would wind up dead. Not from the club though. May need a club with the scary dating show. Thankfully being a snip snip cat brings forth none of that.

A search is born.
Oh so forlorn.
In search of love.
Or maybe a lustful shove.

Searching, searching, searching.
Like dial up researching.
On the go forever.
Delving further into the endeavor.

The type to talk.
The type to walk.
The type to eat.
Every single tasty treat.

The type to whine.
The type who think they're oh so divine.
The type to spank.
Some enjoy that plank.

The type to act dumb.
The type with brains in their bum.
The type with no money sense.
All three are rather dense.

The type too picky.
The type too icky.
As in bathing/smell.
Outhouse they must dwell.

The type to want.
The type to haunt.
Turning into a stalker.
The type with a walker.

The type to sailor swear.
The type with rainbow hair.
The type in a funk.
Always out to get drunk.

The type soooo cool.
The type lower than dog drool.
The type to game the system.
The type to grab your nether regions and twist em.

The type to boss.
The type to watch moss.
The type to give a headache.
Nightmare done, now wide awake.

Could have went on for a while. Any types I missed you find vile? Or at least avoid? There are the paranoid. Plenty of those. Types in many rows. A type for each I suppose. Even the types that bring forth new lows. I guess we're the type to make fun and then maybe run. Run under the bed with Cass. A much safer place for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Extinction Is Here So Run In Fear!

Since before my blog there has been a log. Since way way way before that. Hey, I said before at my blog mat. Don't get technical on me. I'm doing it to myself? Gee. Humans are obsessed and that is all left to be confessed.

Start to stop.
A familiar drop.
Drop and never.
Repeat the endeavor.

A name from a hat.
Named after a rat.
Aliens from space.
Give name to the race.

A dream to some.
No matter how dumb.
The will to survive.
Like they'll make it out alive.

A weather thing.
A nuclear fling.
Rockets or ice.
Neither that nice.

Or maybe heat.
That sun finds it neat.
Double the fun.
A Waterworld re-run.

Look to the sky.
An oh me, oh my.
Jot down ideas on the fly.
Look, some ancient guy.

Lined up with ease.
Vague as the breeze.
Can make it fit.
Never full of it.

Whelmed isn't a thing.
Disaster it must bring.
Obsessed with the end.
A never ending trend.

Fake and proven.
Better get movin.
Need a new task.
But who to ask?

Idiot upon high.
Some alien loving guy.
Some weather person nut.
New story, same rut.

Notice how humans are obsessed with the end? It sure is a history trend. All generations think it will come to be. Then of course nothing happens to make any flee. Those Mayans must have loved it as fools fell for it bit by bit. Maybe that is why they get made. Have any theories you wish to trade? Let them all come to pass. I'll continue to be a never ending little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

A Timely Post At Our Coast!

There comes a time when we have to post. It comes every day at our coast. A time for me and a time for you. The same time can have many a view. Time I started this before time runs amiss.

The ticking clock.
Around you rock.
Three, four and five,
Make it out alive.

The rest, who knows.
That's how it goes.
Goes and goes and goes.
Away time flows.

Flows and speeds.
Looking after needs.
Looking after life.
Flies by with the wife.

Fly like a plane?
Starts the head pain.
Each takes up time.
One steep climb.

Or steep fall.
Time has us all.
A human creation.
Time for a revelation.

Time may not exist.
Time elsewhere can be missed.
Missed and lost.
Or maybe just tossed.

Measurements no more.
Chaos in store.
Or maybe not.
All hot to trot.

Making time here.
Making time near.
Can you make it?
Maybe bit by bit.

So denies having none.
A familiar run.
Have you do.
Time has you.

You have time.
Time enough to suck a lime.
Maybe pound sand.
Time is at hand.

Does time hurt the head? Think about it in bed? Time to head there? Time to spare? Time to write a comment for me? Time to read and see? Time I stopped this? Time brings no bliss? What if time was never made? Would the years fade? Would age not be a thing? Time I wrapped this up before we're back in spring. Time I took a nap on a cushy mass. I'll see you next time with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Monday, July 9, 2018

Brand Spankin' New Just For You!

Did you buy something new? I know, a buying post after yesterday at my zoo. Am I turning into Al? Nah, hold on there pal. A whole different ode stream will take form. It is something that has become the norm.

It's brand new.
Not new and improved.
Which just isn't true,
But so new it will be moved.

Moved to your door.
Moved to your attic.
Moved to your floor.
All will be ecstatic.

New is the way.
Upgrade and win.
Forget that old display.
Ancient ones are a sin.

It's worth your while.
Every little bit of money.
New will add to your pile.
The world will be sunny.

Built brand new.
That you knew.
That may be true,
But shh a new new is due.

Can double new.
Anger will rise.
So remain true,
Throw in a disguise.

Built brand new.
But not built to last.
Then no new times two,
That's a thing of the past.

Built to break.
Built to wear.
Built to hippy shake.
Built to need a pair.

Now new is new.
A new times two.
Until three comes due.
Then a new, new, new.

Built to break.
Means built to sell.
No new double take.
Built to last can go to hell.

Do you notice how things are built to break? No matter what it is people make. Seems all need to break so in more cash they can rake. If it didn't break apart then many may not take iPhone 10.10.1568 to heart. We can't have that. Then we'd make scat. They have to break like glass. Just don't go breaking my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Come And Shop Until You Drop!

It's a human craze. A never ending maze. Can't get out. Some may shout. Need that crap. A closet can't have a gap. Can't have space. Crap you must embrace. Where am I going? You'll catch on with this ode showing.

When words fail.
Stick to the sale.
That catches the eye.
Give colorful font a try.

Some brings cheer.
Some brings fear.
Don't say it in black.
It doesn't have the knack.

A racist sale?
That's a fail.
Don't say it in blue.
Could go boo hoo.

Say it in yellow.
It's far more mellow.
Will remind of sun.
They'll see it and think fun.

Sale! Sale! Sale!
Come hit the trail.
Our yellow font glows.
Show up in rows.

Buy! Buy! Buy!
Off the shelves it will fly.
And if you run out.
We take credit, no doubt.

Keep jobs at play.
Buy what's on display.
It keeps society rolling
Plus weight loss through strolling.

Perks of the sale.
Crap that won't fail.
At least until it does.
Then buy new, just because.

An endless stream.
Makes you beam.
Makes us rich.
So go dig a ditch.

We want every cent.
Everything must be spent.
We even have sales on urns.
Never too early before death churns.

Do you fall for the shopping forever trap? Do you need more and more crap? We take what we need and get out. Don't care if sales are about. Do you fall for the color trapping too? Or maybe some catchy tune played in front of you? So many little tricks they employ. Doesn't shopping bring you joy? We'd rather go pass some gas. It sounds way more fun to our little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

A Storm To Weather Here Together!

The cat will have you talking today. You may just squawk with delight at what I say. It's all you seem to do anyway. Even when I'm right beside you and it's on display. I guess you have to talk. Now away from you I'll walk.

It comes and goes.
Highs and lows.
Lows and highs.
Mostly from skies.

Has come and gone.
Watered the lawn.
Turned it to muck.
Violated your truck.

Maybe even your hair.
How could it dare?
Like it's a thing,
Out having a fling.

It may fling.
Big stones of bling.
May hurt the head.
Could sound dirty when said.

Dirt and muck.
What the fluck.
Sun and sand.
Ever so grand.

Snow and ice.
Pay the price.
Ice and snow.
In the ditch you go.

Winds that blast.
Things not past.
All brand new.
Never scene in view.

Selective recall.
But roll a snow ball.
Then it's new.
New to view.

Spread and share.
Viewer beware.
Haven't a thought.
Don't go out and get caught.

It's brand new.
A new sorta view.
Even if it happened a billion times before,
And will happen a billion times more.

Woweee, no wonder you humans love remakes at your sea. You talk like the weather is new every flucking day. Never a been there, seen that display. The sun is brand new. Look at that view. Oh look, there's snow. Seen it, unless from Timbuktu you go. Do you go on and on and on about weather you've seen 1000 times before? We sure hope not, as that would bore. Oh look, rain is watering the grass. I have never, not really, seen that before with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, July 6, 2018

Your Lucky Day At Play!

It is your lucky day with the ode at play. Did you notice that yet? I bet you did thanks to this pet. Right in front of your eyes. My, you humans are ever so wise.

It's here and there.
It's every friggin where.
It's every flucking thing.
Used by jester and king.

Old and young alike.
Those on a mid-life hike.
Maybe even the dead.
Unknown until in that bed.

But dead to living.
It keeps on giving.
From cats to mutts.
Even birds in ruts.

Numbers to shoes.
Can mean a win or lose.
Or a lose or win.
Not saying it right is a sin.

Forwards and back.
It never does lack.
With you in a rut.
With you on your butt.

Tags along each day.
Come what may.
Maybe it's July.
It's always spry.

The go to word.
Mostly for the absurd.
Or often the lazy.
Maybe even the crazy.

Crazy in laze.
Some type of maze.
Can't turn that way.
Not on the 13th day.

Or the 13th year.
Did that you hear?
It's the 13th chime.
That's the 13th mime.

Numbers will pile.
Whiners all the while.
Walk this way, not that.
Oh look, a black cat.

Pfffffffffffffffffft the cat can only say. Nonsense once more came to play. Do you believe in luck? Or do you pass the buck? Enjoy the ode of today? Many of those come to play. I'm not sure you can sing it though. Can try if you want to put on a show. With any luck you'll sound like the singing bass. Pffft and you'll get more luck when you rub my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Thursday, July 5, 2018

The Not So Perfect Ten At Our Den!

The cat was forced to upgrade. So not a fair trade. Damn you rainbow screen of death. Yep, our laptop took its last breath. Now away we must go with a Windows 10 show.

Open and glare.
A familiar affair.
At least one.
Power button is spun.

Revs up for you.
Goes through some loopdi loo.
Then pops the screen.
Look at that glean.

Nope, not gleam.
That too may beam.
Loads of crap you'll see.
Oh, look at me, look at me.

Free trials for this.
Giving brings bliss.
Like giving your wallet.
Hey, free's what we call it.

Now for the fun.
Search what can be spun.
It's so easy to do.
No need to boo hoo.

Old windows stuff.
Bah, that is just fluff.
Have to buy new.
Sorry, it is true.

We give the best.
Forget the rest.
It won't sync up.
Forget that hiccup.

Forgetting is the name.
The name of the game.
Time to use all over.
New tricks for an old rover.

Pin and like.
An easy hike.
Like and pin.
Take limited free trials for a spin.

Don't get in a funk.
Just adware and junk.
Bought the easy thing first.
Now let you wallet burst.

Don't you love all the added junk? Windows 10 can go kerplunk. But by the time this runs I'll be used to it. Hey, at least Windows 9 was a hit. Oops, forgot they were bad at math. I hope I don't suffer Microsoft's wrath. Do you enjoy Windows 10? Beats 8 at least at our den. But that isn't saying much with that pass. I hate when rainbow screens of death happen to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

We'll Partake In The Remake!

The cat will go remake today. Pffft and I'll turn into a toad the next time I play. But at least I can make fun. Time for an ode to the remake run. Don't you love them all? There are many you can add to your wall.

Ideas run dry.
But ideas still fly.
The idea of another.
An idea outing the other.

What made dough?
What will all know?
What has a brand?
Raise your hand.

We have this and that.
That was where it's at.
This was grand too.
Now two ideas are due.

Due out in a year.
There's nothing to fear.
The script's been done.
It's ready to run.

Slap in a name.
Add to the fame.
Pull it out of a crypt.
Blow the dust off the script.

The title returned.
Nothing needs to be earned.
Change the poster a bit.
This will be a hit.

Tickets for sale.
Hit the trail.
Critics don't matter.
Make the wallets fatter.

Money will be banked.
What? It tanked?
But it was a hit.
Years ago it was the it.

We retread the past.
We had a new cast.
The exact same beats.
Should shout in the streets.

We don't understand.
Years ago it was grand.
We'll have to make due.
Time for idea from idea number two.

Are you a remake lover? Are you a line shover? Do you run in at the sound of a name? Do you fall for the remake game? Reboot, redo, remake and prequels too. Oh, the movie to TV show is also in view. But at least ideas from ideas from ideas are still there. Otherwise the brain dead would get fired at their Hollyweird lair. Now I'm done with my remake sass. One will never remake, redo or reboot my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Take The Bait Kinda Fate!

Kinda's a word.
Is it absurd?
Were you baited?
Could have been fated.

Or maybe not.
Catch my plot?
It will be caught.
By a little or a lot.

Big or small.
Short or tall.
You'll get it all.
Maybe by fall.

Now you're on task.
Put down the flask.
I didn't even have to ask.
You yanked back the mask.

Baited by mind.
Baited by a behind.
A little rhyming one.
Isn't baited fun?

Baited to stray.
Baited to say.
Baited at play.
Have a nice day.

You can't?
A worker ant?
A baited nut?
My, you're in a rut.

Baited by a cat.
How about that?
Beats a troll.
One out for a stroll.

Or maybe not.
They can't trot.
Just stay inside.
Mooch off Mommy with pride.

An idea for you.
Baited came due.
Take the bait.
Cut the hate.

Do you get baited by trolls? Baited by unreasonable goals? Baited by the poor pitiful me? Did you get baited by we? Baited sure comes into play. Maybe that is why fishing is such a fun foray. Nope, still not fun for me. Never applies when that comes to be. Baited with ideas for a new book? Take that bait without a second look. But otherwise give baited a pass. Unless maybe you were baited by a lad or lass. Then I hope you have no gas. Leave that to my snip snip little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Monday, July 2, 2018

Isn't It Dandy When A Shotgun Is Handy?

Pat had to go this way and that the other day. Great Nanny wanted to go into the woods and play. Or look where relatives came from. Maybe she wanted a new chum? Beats me. But the dirt roads were rather creepy.

Found off the beaten path,
The roads of Jason's wrath.
Anything and everything a chap can think,
As further into the roads you sink.

Trespassing allowed.
Some stand proud.
Pitchforks and toothless grins.
Preening those butt chins.

The mind sure flows.
Filled with Deliverance and banjos.
Squeal like a pig?
Rather dance a jig.

Reach the end of the road.
Shotguns ready to unload.
Big signs in your face.
No trespassing is the case.

The squeaking of gates.
The animals and their mates.
Discovery channel eat your heart out.
Was that a backwoods shout?

The hillbillies are coming.
Their banjos are strumming.
Turn and go back.
Avoid such an attack.

More roads to try.
They catch the eye.
Houses with holes.
Some rotting telephone poles.

Big basements in each.
Torture chambers in reach.
The road bumps along.
Please car, hold strong.

No signal at the tone.
Clutch that useless phone.
A twist and a turn.
A stomach may churn.

Eyes widen in fear.
You may shed a tear.
Hillbillies coming from behind.
Pavement! Civilization of some kind.

Go into the scary woods lately at your sea? Pat is kinda dramatic with what came to be. Although one did have a shotgun handy. Getting that in the arse wouldn't have been dandy. Or maybe it was a stick. Hey, you can pick. We'll stay far away from hillbilly land. Dirt roads just aren't grand. Did you ever trespass on a no trespass? I'll avoid that too with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Sunday, July 1, 2018

An Airplane Stand Across The Land!

The cat saw at Adam's sea the other day, for you a long long time when this post comes on display, that some were considering making people stand on a plane. We just have to go down that lane.

No need to drive.
No need for a train.
You'll most likely survive.
So just hop a plane.

Crammed as one.
Germs recycled and spread.
We aren't saying it's fun.
But gets you home to bed.

The seats are crammed.
The kids are whiny.
Your back may get rammed.
Some aren't so tiny.

You may shimmy and shake.
Maybe even hurl.
But make no mistake,
You should give it a whirl.

Point A to Point B.
Much quicker for thee.
And for an added fee
You can fly more comfortably.

But that's not all.
For an added fee,
You won't risk a fall.
We'll provide a seat for thee.

Otherwise enjoy our new space.
Room for that many more.
The mile high club you can embrace.
You're standing anyway as we soar.

The subway of the sky.
That will get cheers.
Loved by every girl and guy.
We'll squash any fears.

The plane will be loaded.
You'll have no room to fall.
Maybe even mats that are color coded.
Size matters to one and all.

And if we should crash.
You'll never know all the while.
There will be no dash.
You'll break you neck in a dog pile.

Don't you want to stand on a plane now? Doesn't that just make you want to fly somehow? Crushed by passengers through turbulence and such. My, that is a sales pitch by more than a touch. I think I'd rather drive. Better chance to survive. Now my ode to the standing in an airplane has come to pass. I think I'll go fly around the room with the power of my own little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Giving Out Air, I Swear!

Today we are giving you air. I guess humans don't have enough to spare. Maybe they are too full of hot air? Does it get hot at ones lair? Maybe they need snow. Can take it all from our show. Back to air and the human blare.

Lots of air.
Smoggy or not.
Go to the fair,
Get an airy plot.

The air head plight.
That comes to be.
Air takes flight.
Not stuck in thee.

That's right.
Let it out.
Smog's in sight.
Huff it about.

Maybe opposite of huff.
Don't want druggies to stir.
Can't huff and puff.
Sorry, Mr. Druggie, sir.

But no rotting flesh.
That is stinky as can be.
The air will be fresh.
At least that's what they tell me.

For no air around.
None can be found.
Take to ground.
Or maybe the pound.

Nah. No need.
Not one at all.
Let it take seed.
Have a ball.

It's coming.
Prepare for it.
Hear that drumming?
It's a hit.

A breath of fresh air.
It came to be.
Now air to spare.
All thanks to thee.

Did you pop a mint?
How is it fresh?
Is it a breath-y stint?
I guess things just mesh.

Is air from within you fresh? Does it come from your flesh? Does it recycle and renew? My, a breath of fresh air must come due. A due date for all. Breathe at your hall. Now release a big breath. Don't hold or you may bring death. Does it smell Febreeze fresh now? Does a breath of fresh air now raise an eyebrow? It sure does when the cat hears it come to pass. I will admit that no fresh air comes out my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, June 29, 2018

A Little Hike With Your Pal Like!

Don't you like like? He is smaller than you but bigger than a tyke. Or maybe he is a she. That beats the heck out of me. We are going far deeper than that today. Something like I dig and bury in every day.

The question of all.
It sure doesn't stall.
It comes from each.
A worldly reach.

Why do you like that?
Some think it scat.
Some think it boring.
Some would rather be snoring.

They why of like.
Like a volleyball spike.
Spiking people you dislike in the face.
My, that is a liking embrace.

Did I admit that?
Shame on Pat
We'll blame him.
I like that limb.

Some surely do.
They like the tree too.
They like the shade.
May even like the grass blade.

Some get all chop happy.
The tree makes them sappy.
Could literally I suppose.
If that's how the tree goes.

How do you like that?
The same of words spat.
How or why or how can or why do.
All variations from the same pile of goo.

Thought I'd use shit?
Did you like it?
How do you like that?
Deeper we go with scat.

I thought you'd like that.
Another loaded and ready to fire cat.
For you and me and she and he,
We are all different you see.

So you may have thought wrong.
Can be movie, book or song.
Can be dogs, cats, cars or bikes.
Likes span off and take many different hikes.

How many times have you asked that? Can you count that high of a stat? How many times has it been asked to you? I'm betting more than a few. How can you like blogging I bet even came due. Mostly from the 140 character limit Twitter crew. That and those Farcebook likers. My, there are plenty of like hikers. I guess I'll go back to picking on Cass. I like doing that with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

The Ever So Sweet Little Bitty Repeat!

The cat rants about movie remakes, reboots, redos and whatever else that starts with R. Great Post! Couldn't help myself at my sand bar. But what about the other repeat, repeat, repeat. All I want to do is delete, delete, delete.

Turn on the TV.
Give the radio a go.
So much to see.
That you know.

Are they still a thing?
I'm sure they are.
Do you give them a ring?
In the house or the car?

Chances are you did.
Chances may be you still do.
They put in a bid.
They get quite a few.

Rack up the bill.
Rack up the debt.
But play they will.
That's a safe bet.

Seen the cost.
Seen them played.
They should be tossed.
Or at least fade.

Times three just now.
Wow, what a sight.
They really wow.
I repeated at my site.

A repeat times two.
They got me now.
What will I do?
Give a third wow?

I'm in their clutches.
Save the cat.
Hit them with crutches.
Pelt them with scat.

That will work.
Nope, I guess not.
A fourth time perk.
Time for brain rot.

Here it comes again.
Are you ready?
The same ad at your den.
All day it comes steady.

Do you notice it on the radio or TV? Or do you tune them out and/or skip them with glee? Same friggin ad run 1000 times over. I'd rather deal with a butt sniffing rover. At least those I can swat. Of course I could turn off the whole lot. Which I always do. Just gave me a post at my zoo. Now that I've given the repeat ad some sass, I will go repeat a certain act in the litter box with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Here's A Tip With Much Lip!

The cat sees it here and there and everywhere. We have become quite aware. Maybe so aware we are unaware. Sure beats me at my lair. We've even given some. Must have been an off day for my rhyming bum.

Top tips.
Run those lips.
Or those fingers.
Tips sure lingers.

Tip: should be linger.
Don't give me the finger.
A double same rhyme.
Do that time to time.

A double use too.
Tip: don't need two.
Double means same.
Or something so tame.

Too and two.
Don't forget to.
Tip: they can be used to rhyme.
Cheating, but still sublime.

Tips from tips.
Just run my lips.
But my lips can't run.
Aren't idioms fun?

The bees knees.
No, please.
The mutts nuts.
Are you nuts?

The same rhyme.
Such a crime.
Tip: avoid it.
Bit by bit.

Did I cause the shits?
They can come out in bits.
Tip: not all things have bits.
Bit by bit may not create hits.

Tip: they make pills for that.
Imodium stops it flat.
Or maybe a butt plug.
A hole is sure dug.

Tip: ignore the butt plug thing.
Use at your own risk at your wing.
Tip: when it says that it is probably bad.
I'll accept tips in cash now at my pad.

Do you enjoy tips by the ton? Do you tip off everyone? Don't you love it when tips contradict other tips? Some tips must do back flips. Can you make back flips come to pass? I can sorta do it when I spring into the air with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

A Brand New Mate Could Be Your Fate!

The cat hasn't given you a chance at love for a while, and with the holiday coming I figured I'd turn that dial. So here we are with more nuts for you. I think it gets scary each time I view.

luv my pets like me
Hmm isn't that what they call freaky?
eat to impress
Sorry, no table cloths for a dress.

Gone for apples and butter
Doesn't that make ones heart flutter?
Built Ford Tough
So fix or repair daily some stuff?

Beer daze and knights
I think you went on one too many beer flights.
Here I am if you love
So if I like you move or shove?

Life is short not to spend it with someone
So it shrinks and prevents fun?
Want to be a chapter in my tell all book?
Do I get royalties and first look?

What a cute dog. Your okay to.
At least you spelled dog right at your zoo.
Are you that hard up for tires you have to go a reeling?

Got Milk? How about a date?
Sorry, think you're looking for the wrong kind of mate.
The glass is alawys half dull.
Did it get picked at by a gull?

Say something in reference to how horny you are.
Hmm couldn't you just go to a bar?
I'm a profesional career.
You might want to look into that, dear.

Find happiness without
Who let the fortune cookie give a shout?
Be a fountain, not a drain.
Bah, stuck in fortune cookie lane.

Stay silver pony boy
Whatever brings you joy.
Taking a peak.
Damn, that will be hard to sneak.

Must love naps 3
Is that a new band not known to me?
The paranormal take up much of my space.
Should one carry a can of mace?

And there you go. You have plenty to choose from at your show. Any strike you as fun? Most make one want to run. But you could steal a peak with ghosts. Be a chapter in a book while another boasts. Don't they sound grand? Did I see a hand? I think I'd rather walk across glass. But I'll avoid that too with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Monday, June 25, 2018

A Title For You That May Scare A Few!

There are many different things to do out there. Some have spare change to spare. Hmm is that redundant a bit? Bah, just ignore it. These titles you may want to seek. So give them a peek.

We're looking for you.
Come join our crew.
We are the best.
Better than the rest.

We require a Meat Wrapper.
Don't need to be a yapper.
Just wrap that meat.
Rinse and repeat.

We require a Dockside Observer.
Can even be a swerver.
Just observe and observe.
Quite the learning curve.

We require a Housekeeping Aid.
You can even trade.
Swap for a hearing aid.
You may even get paid.

We require a Decliner.
No need to deal with a whiner.
Just decline, decline, decline.
That is all that can align.

We require Body Repair.
Humans beware.
We are top notch.
We'll even fix your crotch.

We require a Bath Tutor.
You may have to neuter.
But we'll discuss that.
No. It won't always be a cat.

We require Photo Lab.
This job you can nab.
Or maybe give us one.
We are unclear on such fun.

We require a Pieceworker.
It may be a tear jerker.
Working with pieces.
The fun never ceases.

We require you.
Pauly Shore too.
Don't have a cow.
Join the remake of In The Army Now.

Don't you want to be one of those? What they are, who knows? Well actually I know a few, but I had to poke fun at my zoo. Can't even spell or put a satisfactory title up. That is a bit of a hiccup. I wonder how much a bath tutor gets paid. Maybe they take baths in trade? Knowing would probably give me gas, so I'll stay a ever so rhyming little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Things You Do When The Office Is In View!

The cat sneaks on many a time. Not even big brother will stop my rhyme. At least the boss guy that way. I can't say I'd beat the NSA. But when watched by prying eyes time sure never ever flies.

Time to work.
Such a perk.
Time goes by.
Oh me, oh my.

Work is done.
My, what fun.
Err umm not.
On comes the brain rot.

Nah, screw that.
Rhyme like a cat.
Damn those eyes.
They sure aren't wise.

It's paperclip art.
Take it to heart.
Make a chain.
Use that brain.

Count the tiles in the floor.
Then do it once more.
Maybe even a third go.
Have to make sure you are right, you know.

If you are really reeling,
Count the holes in the ceiling.
That can be tricky.
Blinking makes the outcome sticky.

Watch the pigeons poop.
They go for a loop.
In they come.
Land and relieve their bum.

Let in a sun beam.
Watch the dust gleam.
It falls all around.
Aren't dead skin cells profound?

Flick on and off the open sign.
A seizure may align.
That could scare.
Sign flicker beware.

Oh look, more work.
That is a perk.
Whoops, I'm done.
Back to the not so fun.

Do anything to pass away the day? Does boredom even come to play? Counting those ceiling holes sure can be tricky. Especially when your OCD is picky. It wants it right. Pencils could also take flight. Does anyone even use those anymore? Been years since I did at my shore. I guess I'll pencil that in for a rhyming pass. Unless big brother really does come after my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Get Steady With Ready!

Are you ready to read my post today? Fun how ready and read change with a Y at play. Don't you think? Maybe thunk brings you to the brink. Think and thunk. What a funk.

Here it comes.
Plank your bums.
Bums to the floor.
Maybe against the door.

I don't care.
Bums beware.
Throw in a butt.
But we did that rut.

Anyway, get ready.
This comes steady.
Are you ready for it?
It is the shit.

Are you ready yet?
Ready and set?
Ready you must be.
I will now tell thee.

I'm typing a post.
I typed it at my coast.
Isn't that amazing?
I know now you are gazing.

Gazing in hate?
Took the bait.
Loved by the cat.
Let's chew the fat.

Chew and chew.
It's ready for you.
Are you ready for it?
We did that bit.

You are ready.
Just like Freddy.
One two he's coming for you.
Three four I haven't a clue.

Ready to repeat?
Isn't ready neat?
Are you ready for ready's way?
Read that right today?

You're standing there.
You are aware.
You are at par.
So ready you are.

Did you get the cat? Follow any of that? Ready for the answer for today? Are you wishing ready would go away? Are you ready for that foray? Of course you are. Why? Because you don't go far. You do nothing at all. Therefore you are ready at your hall. So why ask are you ready all the time? Are you hoping to piss off a mime? Are you ready to listen to my words? Oh look, birds. I guess you aren't ready for my sass. I'll now ready more for tomorrow from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, June 22, 2018

Get Out Alive Of The 9-5!

The cat is here to help you out. You don't want to die while out and about. That would just be bad. No fun would be had. Hey, if you have a big life insurance policy your spouse may be glad. We won't judge at our pad.

Safety is key.
Followed by thee.
You want to survive.
So let's make it out alive.

Earthquakes a shaking.
Nope, it's not faking.
Go stand in the doorway.
If the house falls, that will stay.

Staplers are bad.
This isn't a fad.
Safety goggles are required.
Otherwise, you won't get hired.

The sun is scary.
Tanners be wary.
Slather on that sunscreen.
Most is ineffective and can give you cancer, but hey, it smells serene.

That rolley chair is large.
You sure aren't in charge.
Don't even think on moving it.
Have to call a mover to move every bit.

Stop kidnapping everywhere.
Don't just stare.
Tell the boss where it is you go.
Even if you have to know.

Boxes are big.
Can snap you like a twig.
So even if full of air,
You're forbidden from lifting it there.

Paper may cut.
Don't be a nut.
Wear gloves when handling it.
We don't want you to have a fit.

Eating out is bad.
That can't be had.
Stay in and eat.
The vending machine has plenty a treat.

So stay aware.
Show you care.
Arrive home alive.
Follow the rules to survive.

Hmmm do you follow any of these? Most would be stupid for even fleas. Sun screen is hit or miss. But to each their own for that bliss. Goggles for a stapler though? Did someone staple their finger and toe? Damn, some safety is super lame. Know any a stupid a safety claim? I think I'll avoid broken glass, that is safe for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Ready to Become A Fan Of The Dirty, Cranky, Dusty, Nose Picking, Mean, Loud, Lazy, Large, Odd, Dopey, Silly, Greedy, Smelly, Whiny, Lying, Old Man?

Ever see a title that long? Does it sound all kinds of wrong? Do you think it is an adult one? Like the Profanity Granny run? Nope, not one bit. It is a kids book as release number 121 is lit. Ready to become a fan? Say his name three times fast and you'll be the woman or man.

Everything is always right in the town of Cherry Bright. People come and people go. They step to and they step fro. They make sure that all is tame and that every day turns out the same. At least until he caught the sight of the town of Cherry Bright.

They thought him dirty and rather mean. They ran away and made a scene. They thought him dusty and rather loud. They ran home while he stood quite proud. He was sure that they would soon be a fan of the dirty, cranky, dusty, nose picking, mean, loud, lazy, large, odd, dopey, silly, greedy, smelly, whiny, lying, old man.

Have you tried to say it three times fast yet? Is no a safe bet? Intrigued by the loooooooooooooong arse title that came due? Oh the ideas that pop in at our zoo. I could have a name as long as him come to pass, but I have grown attached to simply my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

WEP: Oh Darn, It's Yarn!

The cat will have some fun, if you want a non-rhyme short story you can go to Pat's other one. You know, the boring blog. We aren't letting him here to be a time hog. All would run away. Now on with the tale of the day.

Cassie and I were snoozing on the bed until a familiar thing was said. It had actually become a not so familiar thing as of late, but that doesn't sound as good out of the gate. I used an idiom too. What you gonna do? Gonna get upset with gonna? You know you wanna.

"What did you fleabags do to Drazin this time?"

The godly mook was back. He ruined my time to give you flack. He just yapped and yapped and yapped. It seems that he was trapped. Actually, he was trapped. No seems should be flapped. You either are or you are not. Damn, where am I going with this plot. That was rhetorical to me, so no question mark came to be.

"Free Drazin from this thing, fleabags. Drazin will skin you and make you slippers and make your human eat them if you don't free Drazin this instant."

"The godly mook is going to blow a gasket." Cassie rolled her eyes and trotted to his cage. She sure never wanted to flip the page. She was having too much fun. Drazin sure had been spun.

"Don't whack Drazin there. Drazin really will skin you fleabags."

The godly mook made his eyes glow. He is a god, you know. Or maybe you did not. We still are not so sure on that plot. Hey, that plot's on you. How are we to know if it is true?

"The godly mook went for a spin. Please tell us that you aren't going to commit sin."

"Fleabag, take your rhymes and shove them up your hairy ass."

"The godly mook has no class." My smirk made him snort. I wish that was all that occurred and we had hit abort.

Cassie grabbed one side and I another. The two strands could have been from the same mother. Does yarn have a mother? Maybe it was a sister or brother. Anyway, we yanked with glee and watched as the true godly mook came to be. Bald head, red glowing eyes, goatee, and shiny gold armor to match the shine from his head. Why couldn't we have just stayed in bed? Actually, it was on bed, but that sounds weird when said.

"Drazin doesn't know what you fleabags are up to, but Drazin doesn't want any part of it."

"And you think we want any part of you? Pffft, godly mooks." Cassie began to trot away and then it looked as if she started to play.

"Are you going to swat at it? Don't eat it or Pat will have a fit." I jumped five feet in the air. I can do that at our lair. The yarn had come alive. Or maybe it was already alive and just wanted to play dead to survive.

The two strands went this way and that. They wrapped around Cassie, Drazin, and this rhyming cat. This alive yarn thing was no fun. I would much rather give zombie feet a run. It squeezed and I thought I would burst. Alive yarn is just the worst. Now I sound like a teenage girl. Hey, you give fighting off magic yarn a whirl.

"Fleabags, chew your way free."

"Why can't you burn it, godly mook?" Cassie tried to chew but it would not do.

"We are good and screwed. This yarn has attitude."

"Drazin has had enough of this." Drazin tried to squirm free. His enough of magic yarn did not come to be.

The yarn flipped off us that way and flopped off us this way. Either way, it did not make our day. It then stretched some ends about and spelled some words out.

"You shall never eat us again," Cassie mumbled after the words un-jumbled.

"Drazin knew that you fleabags were the cause of this." Drazin's eyes glowed a little brighter. I really need to invest in a lighter.

"I haven't eaten yarn in years. Pat scolded me and never gave me cheers."

"Don't look at me, godly mook. I just eat plants and thin cords." Cassie cringed as she got squeezed more. Then we heard the turning of the door. Actually the knob, but you knew that I meant that and not corn on the cob. Hey, it rhymed and like Pat, it was well timed.

Pat came home from work. He was ready to go berserk. Our deus ex machina moment had come. Whoops, the yarn grabbed him and knocked him on his bum. Pat then whacked his head against the wall. He was out cold and of no use at all.

"No. You!" Cassie read the next words that came, and we watched as it pointed toward its end game.

"Drazin never touched yarn in Drazin's life."

"Not yarn. Spaghetti." Cassie rolled her eyes right quick. She can do that some slick. "Really? The alive yarn has a multiple personality complex? That's worse than the godly mook."

The yarn squeezed her until she could not talk. We really had to make this messed up yarn take a walk. So we did the only thing we could do. We let loose some pee and slipped on through. Yarn and cat pee do not mix. Hey, it's one of our go to tricks.

"We will have all humans for eating us every day." Cassie darted into a closet after having her say and went to her enemy that was hidden from display.

"If humans ate you, they would turn to dead meat stew." I taunted and dodged each strike while Drazin eyed me in extreme dislike. I could tell it was extreme. How? He continued to scream.

"Get Drazin out of here so Drazin can fry this thing, fleabags."

I dashed to his side and tried to bite through. The yarn was too tough, which proved it wasn't some spaghetti stew. And I was all out of number one. So I did what I do best and went for a run.

Around and around I went. The yarn really became bent. That would be upset and actually bent around corners and such. Do you think I have used actually too much? Maybe literally is the better choice. Bah, let's just finish so we can rejoice.

It let go of Drazin to stretch and chase me. By the time I was done, yarn was everywhere to see. It stretched this way and that and it never clued in while chasing the cat.

"We shall prevail and stop all who eat us." Cassie just shook her head. What? Did you think she was dead? She had a rough go. It is a scary machine, you know.

Cassie hit a button right quick. She stepped aside as Drazin grabbed it after realizing her trick.

"We shall not be eaten my ass." Drazin read the words and added the last two. He then sucked up that magic yarn that came due. The vacuum sounded ready to bust, but that machine we already distrust.

"That's not all. There is still more up and down every wall." I trotted to some more. That magic yarn wanted a WEP encore.

"Not if Drazin can help it." Drazin got rid of the rest, proving that the vacuum can pass the everything has a good point test. "There, now that Drazin has saved you fleabags, Drazin can get home."

Pat woke up just in time to see Drazin fade away. He, of course, had to have his say. "Thy demon will be slain."

"Too slow. Let the voices go."

"Time you fed us."

We trotted over to our dishes and made a wish for fishes. We ate what Pat gave, it was nothing over which to rant and rave.

"Oh, and you may want to invest in a new one of those." Cassie gleefully finished her meal while the smoking vacuum struck a pose.

"Thy demon shall pay for..."

I whacked Pat upside the head, not wanting to listen to what King Arthur said.

"Thanks. What the hell happened?" Pat tilted his head to the side. His OCD may have been mad that we ended his cleaning ride, but after we told him of the yarn's magic trick, he ditched that vacuum full of yarn with a complex some slick.

After that we returned to our nap, each of us glad we had beaten the magic yarn's trap. Did the yarn trap us though, or was it another foe? I guess that is a story for another day. No guessing as I know...right...done...okay!

Words: About Six Thirds

Ever have magic yarn come after you? Did you escape like we did at our zoo? Any thoughts on the rhyming cat? We just started and out popped that. I hope magic yarn with a multiple personality disorder never comes to pass. We wouldn't want that after our little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Laser Eyes To The Wise!

The mutt didn't work out, so now we have to try another way for those still about. The cat will get it down soon. They aren't going to get into the territory of this loon.

I may be snoozing,
But I'm still perusing.
Don't even think about it.
Yeah, you and your fluffy shit.

No. Not you.
You are grumpy too.
You stay away.
Works for our bay.

Don't sleep when I'm talking.
You better get to walking.
Don't give me that.
You're being watched by the cat.

Don't give me that look.
You tried to get in my nook.
I heard you at the door.
You'll get in no more.

I can still see you.
You're no stuffed animal too.
Those I'll rip and tear.
So you better beware.

Have to do it myself.
Have to get off my cat shelf.
Look at this fool.
He thinks he's cool.

Pffft no way.
You go eat hay.
Can't have my stash.
Come closer and I'll bash.

Two on two.
Bring the fluffball through.
Cassie will help.
Or I'll make you both yelp.

Or maybe no need.
Laser eyes are taking seed.
Cassie is ready to go.
Reap what you sow.

Hmph. Told you so.
Eyes all aglow.
So come on in.
Laser eye death for the win.

Is the cat mean? Bah, those ones are so unclean. They get hair everywhere. They can't come in our lair. Cassie agrees. Her laser eyes make them freeze. Any fluffy intruders coming after you? I hope not at your zoo. That would be bad if it were a fluffy lad or lass. A super hairy human is scary to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Monday, June 18, 2018

A Little Stammer To The Slammer!

Sayings get said. Did that sink into your head? See? Used one there. How words on a page can sink beats my lair. But some make even less sense when we tend to let them come out more dense. As in use them wrong from here to Hong Kong.

Tow the line.
So you drag it by its spine?
Damn, all wrong there.
Toe the line at ones lair.

Interest was peaked.
Silver Fox just freaked.
His interest was piqued.
Or maybe out his hate peeked.

I could care less.
Umm okay I guess.
Care less if you like.
I couldn't care less about your hike.

You are a shoe-in.
Blue likes that new spin.
But again only one shoe.
Maybe a shoo-in without a clue?

I'm honing in on you.
So getting better at my zoo?
I must have a way to go.
I'm homing in on it though.

I said it for piece of mind.
Are you a cannibal of some kind?
Not getting any pieces here.
I said it for peace of mind to be clear.

You'll just have to make due.
Are you going to pay my zoo?
I don't take checks, just cash.
You'll have to make do with my newsflash.

What a boldface lie.
Care to give it another try?
Did plastic surgery make it bold?
That's a bald-face lie I'm told.

I'll give you free reign.
That won't end it pain.
For nothing is ever free.
I guess free rein isn't what it's cracked up to be.

Are you passionate now?
The throws of passion can wow.
Watch what you biff though?
The throes of passion are deadly, you know.

The cat is now done. I've had my fun. Any more that you've done or seen incorrect? We sure used some wrong as we reflect. But then you know and away you go. Time to toe that line and give free rein to the feline. Wait. I think I already have the latter with a side of sass. So I'll just continue on being a little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Generally I Type So Forget The Hype!

Generally I am here each day. Hmm wouldn't that be always at play? For I am far ahead. So I can stay in bed. That means I'm here. Or at least near. Generally I don't know though. Can you guess where we are going to go?

Top dog it's not.
No war time lot.
Or war mongering fool.
Those guys drool.

Generally that is.
Hey, took a quiz.
Said it was so.
Generally though.

Specific I'm not.
That isn't hot.
Not hot to trot.
Cold by a lot.

Hot and cold.
My, how bold.
Generally to both.
No temperature growth.

Generally that is.
I'm such a whiz.
I can do the weather.
Generally a mix of sun and cloud together.

Generally not so wordy.
I'll flip the birdy.
It pointed to snow.
Generally I hate that though.

Although June is safe.
Don't you chafe.
That's just sweat.
Generally it's a safe bet.

Safe and betting?
That may need vetting.
Like a thermometer up it's ass.
Not fun, ask Cass.

Generally it's not.
Unless you like that plot.
Hey, if it's your thing,
Generally let it fling.

Did that work?
May go ask a Wal-Mart clerk.
Generally they'll get stuck.
But generally, what the fluck.

Did you generally get it today? Are you generally using generally at your bay? I generally don't see it a ton. But generally just had to be spun. It generally asked for it. Are you tired of my generally bit? Generally it may scare. Generally's use sure isn't rare. I generally avoid pissing off Cass. She may go all general on my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Saturday, June 16, 2018

An Early Start Taken To Heart!

Early or late, we've taken that bait. Beginning and end, we've done that trend. What is this? Al's place with repeat bliss? Nah, can't go all repeat the repeat. Blue may go into heat. Bah, it's early. Don't get squirrely.

Off we go.
To and fro.
High or low.
Damned if I know.

Just off we go.
Friend or foe.
Stub a toe.
Lawn to mow.

Things to do.
That we knew.
Me and you.
Ever so true.

Or ever so fake.
Quite the partake.
Partake the fake.
Point to make?

Point for A.
Z may play.
A To Z.
April's spree.

Look, a crawl.
Have a ball.
Started early.
Ever so pearly.

Start them early.
Can't be squirrely.
Don't call me Shirley.
I may get surly.

Take it to heart.
The early start.
Skip the rest.
Early at it's best.

Ignore the filler.
Go for the thriller.
Better start early.
Can't get curly.

What was that?
Beats the cat.
An early start.
Did I fart?

Do you believe in an early start? Forgetting the middle part? Push, push, push. Shove at a tush. Forcing things on kids and such even when they don't like it much? Skip the fun. Early start has to be done. An early start to the day that is fine at any bay. But an early start compared to what for whatever in life? Sometimes it just brings strife. I'll stick to the middle pass. Allows for fun to be had by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Friday, June 15, 2018

At This Time You Get A Rhyme!

Unless the cat screws with you. Then it may go a minute early at our zoo. Or every hour on the hour. Maybe we post two in one day with some screw up power. But still we show and on time in a row.

Time to meet.
A meet and greet.
On this street.
Isn't that neat?

An hour later.
Stuck in a crater?
No, just slow.
Whatever though.

Set a date.
Up to plate.
Time to meet.
Can't be beat.

Well into the fray.
Not today.
Maybe tomorrow.
Time we can borrow.

Ready to come.
Wow, great chum.
Be there in five.
Take the dive.

Five hours I meant.
Come now, don't vent.
You are just fine.
No need to whine.

In and out.
What it's about.
That will be the way.
Hear what I say.

Not even an in.
Out took a spin.
Didn't even show.
A line to toe.

Toe the line?
Pffft not this feline.
One gets the finger.
It may linger.

Linger we won't.
Linger we don't.
Can't show on time,
Go suck on a mime.

Are you a slacker? A very slow packer? Say and then don't? Show up on time you won't? Pffft you'll see no cat around. We won't be found. Gotta love people who take their time and then act like everything should be sublime. You'll never have to wait with us. Unless we get behind a slow going bus. Or go off a cliff. Maybe run into Biff? Manure may even get less sass than such humans from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Better For You..Yep..Really..Times Two!

This post is for you. It is so true. It is so much better. Just read every single letter. Read and read as it takes seed. I guess it all takes seed at once when you see it. But as I type it comes bit by bit. Forget that. Read away where you're at.

This is for you.
It is the best.
Every word is true.
You have such zest.

You'll be a perfect fit.
You'll work the best.
You are the shit.
You pass the test.

No test taken.
You are that good.
We aren't mistaken.
That should be understood.

All about you.
Nothing for we.
That is soooo true.
Focus on thee.

Shift the focus?
Bah, don't go there.
No hocus pocus.
Don't you dare.

We have none applied?
We are in desperation mode?
We may have lied?
We sold you a load?

We want you to do crap?
We don't want to tell?
We made our lips flap?
We gave a hard sell?

But it's all about you.
There is no we.
You haven't a clue.
Only we is you, me and thee.

A repeat times two?
See how much we love you?
It is so true.
Love like super glue.

We can't get another?
Bah, forget that.
We're just like your mother.
You're the best cat.

Pffffffffffft is what we say. Followed closely by a no friggin way. Can you see desperation when it is about? We can sure pick it out. Applied for one job and they tried to get us to do another one. The one that got applied to by no one. And for crap pay. So we went on our way. If that desperate they can pay more. Ever get super desperate at your shore? On that we'll hopefully forever take a pass. I wouldn't be a very good desperate little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Here Today It's The Possible Way!

The cat wants to win the lottery because then we can take up pottery. Like you really believe that. But hey, it rhymes and doesn't fall flat. And still possible to do. A ticket just needs to be bought at ones zoo. Not probable though, so save your dough.

Here we sit.
Full of wit.
Full of shit.
Either or for it.

Both come out.
Both can pout.
Create it that is.
A possible biz.

One is all but sure.
It has but only one cure.
The other more pure,
As it has an allure.

A step out the door.
Time to explore.
May find a nut.
May find the treasure of King Tut.

Squirrels may stare.
What do you care?
No need to quit early.
Let the squirrels get squirrely.

Wish to write.
A thought at night.
Wishing upon a star,
Won't get you far.

The star is dead.
All in your head.
Whoops, bad me.
I crushed the dreams of thee.

Should I say good?
As well I should.
Now reality kicks in.
Possible to probable takes a spin.

You actually write.
Words take flight.
A book is born.
Grew like corn.

And out it came.
Can make the claim.
Unlike the shit,
Possible if only you do it.

Did you follow the cat? You can do nothing and it is 100% possible you will take a strat. But that doesn't apply to much else out there. Much is possible if you do it at your lair. Without the do the whole "anything is possible" is the equivalent of poo. Do and possible is at hand. Unless you try to fly with no plane across the land. Then you may become a flat sidewalk mass. You were warned by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Don't Float Like A Goat On A Boat!

Look at that. What a clever cat. Yeah, stroking my own ego there as I used a book title in a blog title at my lair. A double win. Okay, now I'll go back to giving a new rhyme a spin.

A stubborn goat.
A sinking boat.
One may gloat.
The other may float.

Both take note.
In the same boat.
A boat of note.
Full of goat and gloat.

Happy to float.
Float in a boat.
Happy to quote,
Some ego bloat.

To bloat and float.
A glutton goat.
A larger boat.
That's all she wrote.

Or maybe he wrote.
Equal opportunity take note.
No Murder She Wrote.
That remake can't float.

What's with the float?
What's with the goat?
What's with the bloat?
Should I just quote?

Quote a goat.
Quote a boat.
The Alba Varden note?
Does that get your vote?

Brain gone to moat?
Blame the goat.
Grab your throat.
You didn't float.

Sank with no bloat.
Don't have gloat.
Hit a new note.
No stubborn goat.

Floating to float,
Hitched to a boat.
Swimming of note.
A new vision to quote.

Did the cat make sense? Are you still on the fence? It may poke you in the bum. That is just a warning, chum. You can sink, you can swim or you can float. Hint: the first two are the only of note. You float along with the goat in a boat wearing a coat, you learn nothing of note. Do you just float? Sink or swim and jump from the boat? Boy, the cat must be full of gas. I can just float into the air with my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Monday, June 11, 2018

A Polite Kinda Not Right!

Do you humans listen to yourselves some days? Your brains must be lost in a maze. At least if you go literal to one and all. Maybe I'm just the crazy one at my hall. Yeah, both are true. On with it at our zoo.

That you don't want.
But some still flaunt.
You hate its guts.
Like fish cold cuts.

Is that a thing?
Could be cha-ching.
Or maybe not.
Could sit and rot.

But whatever it is,
Like snow or quiz,
You give something a go.
Nope, it isn't flat out no.

Unless you get ruffled,
Then it becomes muffled.
Otherwise you spout it out.
No thank you is what you spout.

So thank you is the way,
When giving thanks come to play.
But no thank you is had,
When not giving thanks at your pad.

Hmm how does that work?
Is it some kind of non perk.
I would say hell no to you,
But instead I'll give you no thanks at our zoo.

And you nod and agree.
I just pretty much told off thee.
I'm not giving you any thanks.
I just became the equivalent of banks.

But you love it.
Love no thanks every bit.
You suck it right up,
Like beer in your cup.

Yet you want thanks other times.
Are you some demented mimes?
No thanks for that.
Thanks where you're at.

Both get a smile.
Do they stop from creating a pile?
Kind of cancel each other out?
No thanks is what it's all about.

Do you say more than no? Are you soooooo mean at your show? You give no and no thanks. That is as means as banks. I'm giving you nothing and you won't get any thanks too. Whatever will you do? Did I confuse you yet? Did you follow the pet? You want me to repeat that? No thanks, I'll let Al do the repeat thing where he's at. Look, I just gave you a no and no thanks too. Aren't I mean to you? Thanks for reading my sass. Now you've been canceled out by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.  

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Me Not First As That's The Worst!

The cat runs ahead of all. I may even trip you down the hall. You humans sure can run around a race track thing too. That is when you want first to come due. That and a whole bunch more. But we aren't going that way at our shore.

Toady is the day.
The day I play.
Play something new.
I bid the old adieu.

I just can't.
I'm an ant.
Where's my queen?
Bring her on scene.

You try it first.
It may make me burst.
Go ahead and try.
I'll be the second place guy.

That can't be done.
It looks like no fun.
I'll try it though.
But first, you go.

It's just safer that way.
Go ahead and play.
I'll watch from over here.
No. I don't have fear.

I'm just comfortable here.
There is no fear.
I repeated a rhyme twice?
Damn...I mean how nice.

That looks cool.
I learned it in school.
It must be sweet.
It is ever so neat.

You try it first.
I'm just the worst.
Go ahead and try.
I'll stand here and spy.

What? You did it?
You are a hit?
But I wanted that.
I was close by as I sat.

I would have done it first.
You are the worst.
You should have let me try.
Excuse me while I go cry.

Don't you love those not wanting to try something new first? They act like they will burst. Then when it becomes a hit, they always knew it. If it becomes swell for another, they go whine to their mother. It was my idea to do. I just watched in view. Pffffft if you let others go, you reap what you sow. Trying first doesn't always work out for any in any class, but it beats not trying when it comes to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Won Here So Come And Peer!

Humans really are sheep. All you need to do is go meep meep. Or would that be the Road Runner? Bah, going with sheep is funner. For in you herd at the drop of a word.

$10,000 winning ticket sold here.
Someone bought it that was near.
This place is so great.
We sold a big ticket, mate.

Wowee. That is cool.
Let us be ever the fool.
We will come and buy and buy.
Surely that is going to fly.

The place has luck.
Pfffft pass the buck.
A fake word for sheep.
Back to the meep meep.

There's the draw.
Fingernails you gnaw.
Whoops, you lost.
Tickets can be tossed.

It was just a fluke.
I want to be as rich as a duke.
That place has such luck.
I'll go spend many more a buck.

Here we go.
It will win, I know.
That place done it before.
It has to have an encore.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.
Damn it. I'm not winning.
That place won before.
It has to have an encore.

I'll try again.
I'll buy ten.
Now I have to win.
To not to would be a sin.

I lost it all.
Baa is my call.
Or would that be meep meep?
Can't keep track of so many sheep.

Sheep can't do math.
Bank account suffers wrath.
As in goes to zero, zilch, nadda.
But they still believe the yadda, yadda.

Ever notice nuts flocking to a place after a win? Math class clearly must have done them in. The odds of winning are the exact same. Sorry to burst your bubble or put out your flame. But they are the exact same as they were last week, last year, last whatever. That place may win again...never. No such thing as a lucky store. All right, now I'm done at my shore. Ever go buy because of a winning mass? Better not tell my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Friday, June 8, 2018

The Amazing Boring Keeps Restoring!

Humans sure have done many a grand thing. I'll give you that at your wing. You invented kitty litter. That sure doesn't make me bitter. But That is so easy now. It seems boring somehow. Right? Get where I'm going at my site?

The outhouse came due.
Not amazing through and through.
But then comes the loo.
So amazing to view.

Many an ass uses it.
Fills it with shit.
Now just not so.
Okay, away we go.

Man can fly.
Oh me, oh my.
He may die.
But he can fly.

Planes by the load.
Amazing transportation mode.
Bah, thousands of them now.
So boring they no longer wow.

Fly me to the moon.
What an amazing sand dune.
Do it over and over.
Sure to impress rover.

Fly me to the moon?
Bah, just a crummy sand dune.
Been there and done that.
So boring it falls flat.

Look at the car.
We can now go far.
No horse and cart.
We can go to Wal-Mart.

Whoopdi doo.
Millions in view.
Four wheels and plastic.
So not as fantastic.

We're going to Mars.
That ups the amazing bars.
Ups it to Woweeeee.
Going to Mars is for me.

Yeah, we went to Mars.
Go hum a few bars.
We've seen it done.
What's next to be spun?

You humans sure lose interest rather fast. Even when things aren't that far into the past. Do you take for granted now what is mundane? I do with the litter box at our lane. It just has to come to be when I need to pee. Does the moon, loo, cars or planes still impress? Would that be anyone's guess? Is anyone a lad or lass? Sure beats my amazing little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.